What a Weekend!

This post should have been resplendent with beautiful pictures, but as I am an asshat and broke my camera somehow (I still have no clue how the screen got smashed in the x-ray machines at Reagan National Airport, but it did), there are NONE. So I will try to write descriptively, and you'll just have to imgaine...

A and I drove to Atlantic City after work on Thursday. Why? To see Weezer, of course! We got lost so many times though, that it's flat out ridiculous and way too embarassing to talk about here. The concert was in this beautiful hotel/casino, but the rooms there were $220/night, so we stayed at a nice place off the strip. We apparently got an upgrade, too: jacuzzi, fireplace, and king sized bed! The most hilarious/disgusting thing? Mirrors above the jacuzzi. Exactly.

The concert was good - I really, really like Weezer, and their live shows are excellent. We were definitely two of the oldest people there, though. This confused me a bit, as they've been around for something like ten years, right? I don't know. Humourously enough, after the show, we took these escalators to the main floor, and there were tons of parents waiting at the bottom to pick up their kids. So we barely waited for a cab. Heh. Regardless, it was a good show, and I'm glad we went, because the road trip there was super, super fun.

Jersey was, well... gross. We couldn't wait to get out of there. Yet, we chose the slowest possible escape route: the ferry. Good LORD, that took forever. A was getting so antsy I was afraid that she was going to throw herself overboard and swim to Delaware. She may have arrived before the freakin' ferry, honestly. It was SO SLOW.

From DE, the drive to Ocean City, MD was beautiful. We got to the condo aound noon and immediately headed to the beach. And we promptly got kicked off the beach after twenty minutes because the T-Rex lifeguard ran from blanket to blanket like a gay dinosaur warning that a huge thunderstorm was going to hit. We left. A storm did NOT hit, and we hung out at the condo pool instead. Once everyone arrived, we had fourteen people in a three bedroom condo. Believe it or not, there was very little drama, and I think that everyone had a great time!

Friday, our huge group headed to a bar called Fagan's Island (or something like that) and saw a cover band called The McFlys. Their specialty? 80s music. The McFlys! That's awesome! They were really fun. Gabe dancing with the 40-year-old woman was one of the best things that happened that night, as was the weirdo guy with fake teeth. Wait, that guy was pretty much just bizarre. Nevermind.

Saturday, we spent most of the day on the beach, where I proceeded to get a very lovely tan. Except for those few inches under my butt, where I forgot to put sunblock! Yay! Sitting down is fun! We went to an all-you-can-eat crab place for dinner, which was very good, and later, a few of us headed to the boardwalk. My friend Steve has a henna tattoo place in a prime location on the boardwalk, and I got a very lovely original design on my upper left back (HERE would be a great place for a photo, don't you think? Gah!). It looks cute, and will be gone in about a week - thank goodness, because I really don't have any desire to give my parents matching heart attacks.

We headed back Sunday around noon or so, and stopped at a restaurant called Big Pecker's for lunch. I swear, we are children (well, at least A and I are children - we laughed and thought that this was hilarious). A wasn't that impressed with their "bodacious burgers," however.

Going to work tomorrow is going to SUCK, but I'm tan now, so that makes up for it. Think I might fly to MI next weekend to see Pavel... We'll see.