Spider Solitaire, Elf thugs, and Creepers

So I have recently become really obsessed with playing Spider Solitaire. I had always known somewhat how to play like normal solitaire, but never gave in to learn completely. I knew you had to go in numerical order and then...well I wasn't quite sure. But since my new Ipod (!) has a version like it, I tried to play but couldn't figure it out, so I attempted Spider and I actually won. I have moved up to two suits now and am playing that until I get the courage to play four suits. Risky, I know.

Anyway, so the beach has been really nice so far. Kim, my cousin, was supposed to be here last night (she went on a school trip to Spain and was supposed to fly into Newark, about three hours from Cape May), but her flight here was cancelled, so instead she flew into JFK and came home to Central PA and my poor Aunt and Uncle drove all the way home to get her. They are currently on their way back and should be here around dinner time! Hooray! As much as I've been enjoying myself, I feel like my vacation won't truly begin until she's here.

As far as what I've actually been doing, since it's me and the parents and aunt and uncle, well, every morning (this is day three, well...technically the second full day) we get up and go the beach. I am very happy to know I'm missing hideous weather at home (tornado watch and storms...sorry guys) and it has been wonderful here. We had a thunderstorm late last night, but it has been very sunny and the breeze is perfect. We stay until about lunch time, come home and get ready and either eat in or go out. Yesterday we had tacos in and today my parents and I went to this place called Boyd's Texas BBQ or something (which I'll talk about later). Then we come home and relax a bit, I play more spider solitaire and read, and eventually we do something like go to the Washington Street Mall (which has a bunch of sweet shops). Last night, we went to Sunset Beach around 7:30 to catch the sunset and collect "Cape May Diamonds" aka rocks. That was really beautiful. I got some really good pictures. We havent' done too much because we want Kim to experience stuff too but we hope to maybe see a dinner show, go the zoo, visit Wildwood, and other such things. So I'm excited.

So, like I said, we ate at Boyd's today. First of all, we pulled into an empty parking lot. We walk in, and it's small and kind of like Messina's maybe, a little bigger, with cowboy decor. We could seat ourselves and they had paper towel rolls for napkins on each table. And also, why does Ketchup say "extra fancy ketchup" on the bottle, as if their brand is much more special because it says extra fancy? What makes it extra fancy? It wasn't in any sort of special bottle. What does the non fancy kind look like? Anyway, so I guess this place was going for a homestyle type of feel. Our waiter...I should say waiterS because apparently some people can't handle a table of three by themselves...was seriously this tall lanky creeper that you could barely understand. And this other dude, some white Italian guy tried to dress as a fancy thug with a studded belt, baggy jeans, and this "driver's cap/ascot hat" that I see my Uncle Carlo or Justin wear (only they don't look stupid). I don't know. He also resembled a short elf too, so the combination was just confusing. Regardless, the food was alright, pretty standard. My dad liked it, but my mom definitely didn't think it was that great. But the fact that all the workers were loudly discussing video games, not even good ones, just dumb ones, and then you couldn't hear/understand our waiters... it was just, I dunno, kinda silly. One of those places you just laugh about later.

On the way home from good ol' Boyd's, we stopped to get gas at a Shell station. As we pull in, there's this overly tanned guy with white hair pulled into a pony tail, stumbling around, talking loudly and my mom was like "Is that guy high?" So we pull into our spot, and we put our windows down because it was hot, and this guy walks up and opens our gas tank. Apparently it's against the law in NJ to pump your own gas? He comes up all creeper and practically leans into our window to take my dad's credit card and tells this stupid joke "Hey, I picked up this girl the other night and I brought her to the beach. She was SO ugly that the tide wouldn't even take her!" At that, my dad was like, and definitely not laughing, "Yeah, I can pump my own gas" and tries to get out of the car, but the guy is like "Nope, it's against the law." So he goes and does that, and of course I roll up my window. I hate creepers like that. Did he think my mom and I, in the car, would appreciate that kind of a joke and laugh? He's walking around while the car is filling up swearing loudly and laughing and just acting like an ass. You definitely wouldn't want to go there as a single woman. It just makes me shudder at the thought of people like that. Who gave him that job? Let me pump my own gas, thank you very much!People are so strange. If you ever go to Cape May and you need gas, don't go to Shell, I guess.

Anyway. On another note, we've been seeing lots of dolphins at the beach, which is awesome. Some kayak-ers went by and they were literally feet away. That would be so amazing.

I am reading book three, Eclipse, of the Twilight series and it is fantastic. Read them, now. Do it.

Well Hello There

This isn't the first time I've ever blogged before. In fact, I had an "xanga" for all of my high school days (well...I posted up until the beginning of senior year until Facebook added the "notes" feature). But it's been quite awhile since I've really done true blogging. I really enjoy reading blogs and I find some of the topics very interesting. I created this blog with the hopes of being able to get back into recording my life for my own self and also for others to read, but I realized, "What can I talk about that could interest others?" In the past, my blogging had been "today I got up and did this. Then I went to school, which was ok. Then it was band--etc." I understand now that while I will enjoy reading it personally, it doesn't have any sort of substance relevant to others. So, I'm stuck in somewhat of a quandary because at the present moment I am on vacation. This, to me and my friends maybe, would be interesting to document, but what more do I have to offer? Or am I just taking the fun out of blogging? I guess my title really does fit because I do ramble a lot. Brian says I do. But I'm okay with that.

I'm mostly inspired to start this by my one really good friend. She shared her blog with me this past weekend and I was very entertained. Not just because I'm interested in what she is up to, but also her insight and her honest thoughts about some of the things she has been experiencing this week. It is my hope that I can capture that kind of blogging.

ANYWAY, on that note, I intend on posting again later. Farewell for now.