Surrey for Rent
Trip Start Jun 03, 2008
72Trip End Aug 12, 2008
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Every time the kids would return to Monica from an outing, they would cheerfully share tales of people they had met. First there was the Emu or Emo. For those not in the know, this is a term for a person that their gender is nearly impossible to determine with out a Dr's Physical exam
Inquiring as to where we should partake in the Holiday's festivities, we found that our options were MT Trashmore or the beach..."both were good". Curious about the unusual name, MT Trashmore, we were informed that it was indeed a mountain of trash...a landfill. Believe it or not, it is not a nickname but the legal name for this destination. Speaks volumes, I think. We picked the beach.
When we left the RV that morning we walked out into billowing smoke that had covered the sky gray. We weren't sure if the festivities hadn't already begun here in the park, but we were reassured that it was from forest fires far away, near Portsmouth
After the exercise, we opted for a dip in the increasingly chilly Atlantic. We thought it cold before. There were millions here but we were fine with that, as it was expected. The fun for the day seemed to be capturing Jellyfish. The Griswald children were perplexed, as all the local kids were scooping them up with shovels, shoes, buckets and their bear hands and dropping them into a hand dug hole in the sand. This was one local tradition we opted out of!
We stopped in to a local spot to get a cool drink and a snack (buffalo tuna bites) when we sat down for a while and realized there mustn't be any table service. So Clark went to the bar and placed the order with the blond bartender. After flirting with the 3 men some she called to us that our drinks were ready and Clark happily went to get them
After a few hours of milling about the typical array of beach shops, and attractions, we landed at Ocean Eddie's, a restaurant out on the pier. We grabbed a bite, enjoyed the ambiance and watched the population of the beach swell as the sun set. We found a perfect spot in front of the bandstand on the beach and relaxed as the orchestra played American favorites. Rusty and Audrey dug in the sand, sculpting and creating as was the young man in front of us. What was that that he's making? Of course! a life size (if he's lucky!) phallic symbol. Perfect for a family outing!
We were then joined by the loud family. The loud family was equipped with mugs and Rusty shared with me that he thought they had beer in them
Finally, it was dark, the barge was in place and we enjoyed the Independence Day fireworks of 2008 in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Then the mass Exodus from the beach. We had no idea that thousands of people had gathered in both direction of the band as we were enjoying the sand art. It was a true melting pot from all ages 0 to 100 and and races and cultures - a true American celebration. There were some goings on that did seem a little inappropriate for the kids to witness, but we just walked past. Ellen however had realized a new status of "ma'am". In the south, mama was held in the highest of regards and certainly was shown that everywhere she went including walking through the masses that night. We made it to the trolley and literally squeezed on with the other first 50,000 people leaving the area. We passed 10 buses before we found one that made room for the 4 of us. We were glad to have made it out with the 1st 50 and went straight to bed, it was too late to look for Ryan, the 14 year old with a mustache.