Beachy

September 30th, 2007, 12:44 PM by Goddess


French Pedi, originally uploaded by dcwriterdawn.

I stopped for a French pedicure on Friday night, which was divine. I watched last season’s finale of “Desperate Housewives” as I got my calves massaged and my claws sharpened. I had to have mah talons lookin’ fine for my first/last stroll in the sand for the season.

Yesterday was spent in Chesapeake Beach, although I preferred North Beach for the frolicking part, as the Chesapeake Beach Resort & Spa seemed to lay claim to the only patch o’ beach for its guests. Pfft. North Beach was nicer, anyway.

There was a wedding taking place at Chesapeake Beach, and we ran into the groom on the boardwalk — he was smoking a cigarette and looking like he was being led to the electric chair. Mom had come down to visit, so I took her there to go to the beach and to have dinner at the Rod ‘n Reel (excellent food, shitty service. The server named Erin? Useless. I hated leaving a tip, when the people at the next table had the most-attentive server in the world). But the crab imperial? To die for. Anyway, Mom saw the groom before the nuptials and said, “You look handsome.” And the groom? Would not stop staring in my eyes as we walked past him. I wouldn’t have minded getting married on the beach. 😉

I saw the bride. While she was tanned and blonde and looks like she hasn’t eaten anything since 1989, I had a way better disposition. Oh well. Good luck to him. I saw them after the wedding at the restaurant, as they’d rented out the Chesapeake Room, and boy was she snapping at everyone in the bridal party. *shudder* Welcome to married life, buddy. Hope you didn’t lose your hard-on for your wedding night.

Anyway, I saw their cake, and it was adorable. White, of course, topped with two tiny Adirondack chairs and covered in chocolate seashells and sea horses, and accented with tiny expanses of white-picket fences.

Speaking of men, there was a very nice and good-looking guy on the beach who offered up his bed for the night so I wouldn’t have to drive back to D.C. in the dark. I don’t think he meant it in the way that he would sleep on the couch. 😉 His name was Egan. He suggested eating at Neptune’s, and I would bet my money on him going there to see whether we actually showed up.

Anyway, this is the end of my vacation week, and at least now it feels like I did something “vacation-y” by heading to the Chesapeake Bay. It was lovely to be without cell phone coverage — I only used the iPhone for its camera.

The visit was strange. There were so many signs there — lots of familiarity, like I was meant to be there. I would kill for a condo on the water. Not to live there full-time, mind you. I’m a city girl at heart and would die without having Tar-zhay within walking distance. But to just stare at the water and feel inspired and refreshed all the time? Is one of many goals on my list to experience more frequently.

Till then, I have some happy feet, indeed!



Chili Rip- Cook-off

September 30th, 2007, 8:11 AM by Goddess

Went to the Rockville Chili Rip-off — er, Cook-off yesterday. Blah. It wasn’t anything special. It’s simple to navigate — go buy the Texas and Cincinnati chili from Hard Times Cafe and then leave. Period. A Frito pie and a chili dog are enough to make the adventure worth it.

Other vendors are supposed to give you free samples, but nobody had any food ready. It’s a six-hour festival, people. Figure it out. One woman actually was smart enough to put up a sign, “Not Ready Yet,” but a bunch of us stood in line for one place, then the next place, then the next place, for nothing.

But it was no loss — I did get a sample of “Blame the Dog” chili, and I blame the bad taste on them cooking up dog meat! After that, I was ready to go home. (Well, I went to the beach, but metaphorically home.)

The only real saving grace was the fact that it was also a music festival, and I was introduced to the lovely Sarah Buxton. Her band members were hot, so there was something for everyone to look at, up on that stage. I was looking for a good place to get rid of that last couple of dollars’ worth of iPhone credit — methinks a handful of MP3s will be the only thing I can digest from the 20 minutes I spent in Rockville yesterday. …