|Inside the dock house|
|Hilary, T-bone, Emily & Holly at Maynards|
|Rocking my "Bay House find" that Brooke generously gave me!|
|Tristan and I showing off our new hats|
|GAME ON! in Atlantic City|
|Inside Planet Rose|
|Emily, Hilary, Tristan at Planet Rose|
|Adam, Tristan, Abe|
|Gleasons lovie the karaoke.|
|T-bone and his main squeeze of the night.|
Side note: Brooke, our friend Maggie and I just saw the Lion King 3D this past Sunday. Maggie is crying before the second scene starts, Brooke is again singing word for word along to the soundtrack ( in much more of a whisper than in the private room) and I am sitting in between the two with goose bumps. We were by far the oldest adults in the theater without children.
3 am was now upon us. We start to gather the troops as our faithful taxi Dave was set to pick us up at 3:15 am. Late night was the talk of the ride home. Kalley, Adam, T-bone and I were 100% set on having late night. With or without the other troops, who seem to be falling rather quickly?! We dropped the Bay House residents off who proclaimed that they "are biking over really soon" and we drove off. Before we can change clothes and brush our pearly whites, they come a knockin'. We had a drink and chat in the room before heading to the beach for an early morning swim. If you are in need of some free exhilaration, just take a 4am dip in the the Atlantic... clothes are optional.
Here comes Sunday. Sunday was a bit cooler than the rest of the weekend but the sun is still shining and we were in excellent spirits. We were to attend a Labor Day cookout at Brooke's cousin's from her mother's side of the family. After socializing a bit and eating some delicious dips and her Grandmother's mac and cheese, of course home made and with zero calories, we make our way back to the Bay House before going to Reggae night at Baia. http://baiarestaurant.com/ Reggae night at Baia includes a great Reggae band on the water and the whole town on Ocean City signing Bob Marley. We were all lagging a bit from the past two nights but knew we had to pull our selves out of the struggle box, which we managed to do.
Last time Brooke and I were in OC/ AC we met 3 awesome peeps at the music festival. Kristin, Pat and Mike. Pat and Mike own Hatrley, a beautiful Sail boat. We have kept in contact with the crew over the past couple months and after talking we realized the boys would up around that weekend as well! We decided we should meet up at Baia for Reggae night. These two are quiet the pair, never a dull moment. That Sunday night proved to be no different. Once Baia kicks everyone out around 11pm we all (the group has doubled in size) proceed to walk over to Big Buoys- a dance club.http://www.facebook.com/BigBuoys This place is legit. It is huge, packed to the rim an people are still lined up to enter into the madness. I have never seen so many white people dressed like white people in one place dancing to hip hop. There was not a stationary soul in the bar.
|Ocean City Board Walk|
|Hartley, Labor Day morning|
|The girls and Aunt Karen|
|Atlantic City Boardwalk|
|late night dingy ride to Hartley|
|The girls and Mr. Robinson|
|Mike Rybas, Em, Pat Ryabs|
|Brooke and Emily with Rybas Brothers|
Pat and Mike have two friends in town and after lots of dancing at Big Buoy's we think it is a grand idea to have late night on Hartley. The 5 of us pile into the dingy and make the 25 min "boat" ride through the darkness. After my first mate duties were done of tying us off, we somehow managed to climb aboard, though it was low tide. Once we are all secure, drinks were poured and tunes were turned on. Thinking back this was probably not the best idea, since hotel check out was at 11 am, but it seemed like the BEST idea at the time (Thank you Shannon for packing my stuff oh so neatly in my suitcase). I awake from my swaying slumber after a boat zoomed by and rocked Hartley hard. I looked around, I am the first one up. I made my way to the deck passing a dozen or so beer cans, ipods, snacks that were left out, couch cushions not in their place and clothes thrown astray??? Explanation for clothes and cushion: Pat feel asleep on the deck, peed on the deck, then passed out on the couch, peed the couch. Once making my way to the deck, I smiled.The skies looked like they have been painted by a water-colorist in shades of grays and whites. It is peaceful. I then looked around and thought, 'this is not going to be an easy exit'. Mike is currently the only one living on Hartley so we have 4 people going to 3 different location and we are in the middle of the Bay. Knowing there was nothing to be done in that moment I lay on the deck and look up and become completely content in that moment. I send a picture of my view to my inner circle of gals suggesting that they all at some point opt for late night on a sailboat.... then I dose off. Sometime later, Mike taps me and says in a very chipper non concerned voice, "let's go to breakfast" - I was down for breakfast and some O.J. He wakes everyone up and we pile in the dingy and head to shore. We ate at this awesome joint at the marina. We were sight to see. Still in the clothes from last night, even though causal, I keep my aviators on. The entire time. We walked up the dock and join the families and children also indulging in the deliciousness of the huge omelets on the outside back deck. After several glasses of water, coffee and good grub the group piled back in dingy and heads back to Hartley to gather our belongings. Had we thought this through, we would have done this step the first time around. Once that task was done, back to shore we headed. Mike kindly drove us each to our destination. Waiting for me at the Bay House were all my favorite people.
Monday is a bit of a somber day. The house is being packed up. The skies are still grey and the air is much cooler. There is minimal talking. People are just doing their own thing... sitting, swimming, cleaning, reading, listening to tunes- taking as much in as possible of the last day ever to be had at this Bay House. Wow, that sounds so final and disheartening when written out. After lunch we say our "see you later-ers" to the Portland Gleasons and head to PHL.
|Taking a dip in the Bay|
|Brooke and Abe Gleason|
|Best Gleason cousin picture to date|
There have already been quiet a few plans a brewin' for our next get together with this wonderful crew... Mexico for New Year's ?!? Sounds swell. I would love nothing more than to ring in the New Year and welcome 2012 with wide open arms in Mexico, with a tan, sun-kissed, fishing, building sand castles, watching surfers, taking photographs, having dance parties, exploring a new locale, basking in the sun ( ideally in a hammock), drinking yummy drinks, eating fresh made meals and falling asleep to the sounds of the Pacific.
Over all, one hell of a weekend of not so much labor.