Dewey Beach

Last weekend for Memorial Day I took my first true beach vacation in the states. Living most of your life in Florida, a mere 10 minutes from the ocean, it is pretty easy to be skeptical about how good a trip to the beach in Delaware could possibly be. I have spent plenty of time at the beach and rarely have I left Florida to do so. I have been to some of the best beaches in the world without leaving the state I called home for so long. And while I have been to beaches outside of Florida, I have never made a specific trip to one until now. The hype given to me by my friends who had been before was immense; I thought there was no way it could be that good. But they were 100% right.

 

We left DC shortly after 5 on Friday night expecting to hit terrible traffic but luckily hit almost none. When we got into the tiny spot that is Dewey beach we checked into our hotel and were drinking by 9:30. Since we were meeting up with friends who had been in Dewey all day the four of us from my car played catch up and we were pretty much hammered within 30 minutes. After that things were pretty hazy the rest of the night and I have just received pictures that I have no memory of taking. With bars closing at 1 am things must have happened fast but we were still up until 6 am somehow, eating late night and drinking back in our room.

 

On Saturday morning I felt terrible. After a night of hard drinking I was surprised to even wake up but we did get up for some small breakfast and headed to the beach. This was probably the most impressive part to me, it was a nice beach, not amazing, but big and clean and packed. The rules were ridiculous, like no Frisbee or football, but we didn’t mind all that much. After a few hours of that and hangovers not going away we went back to the hotel pool and started drinking again. The beers finally killed the hangover and within a few hours we were ready to go. We listened to the jam session that was going on across the street, played 100 games of asshole as people got ready to go out and then we headed out to a new bar. Another night of live music was on the horizon and much like the night before it went very fast, but this night we ran into tons of people we knew. There were people everywhere, some I was happy to see like one girl from work, some I wasn’t as happy to see but it all worked out and much like the night before we ended up continuing our party until there was light in the sky. Only this night, I could not sleep.

 

Four hours after trying to get some sleep I was up and walking around. I tried to get breakfast, but settled for lunch, then a few hours later was joined by my friends and we started drinking again. In the afternoon, we enjoyed another cover band Jam session and that night it was another cover band and another bar. It was like groundhogs day or spring break for people too old to be acting like that. My body still hasn’t recovered. On the drive home Monday I didn’t so much feel hungover as I felt like I was going through withdrawal, I needed a drink the whole way home. And as a matter of fact, that’s exactly what my friends did after I dropped them off. On the other hand, I only had enough energy for a shower and bed. After all that, I have no idea why I hadn’t gone before and I fully expect to go again.