We are off to Cape May at 6:30 am, a half hour late because someone overslept. Don't go pointing fingers, that's not nice. Okay, it was me if you must know. Satisfied? While we drive, I ponder how we got here. For any aficionado of Classic TV and Movies, you know Alice got to go to Hawaii, Fran Fine got to go to London, and don't forget Maria Von Trapp traveled the Alps. What do I get? Jersey! But, as everyone knows, I suffer in silence. We arrive at 10, and the Rooney's are ready for breakfast, so we dine on the fine bagels of Cape May and their rather weak coffee. Liam has become preoccupied lately with relationships, so rather expectantly he asks James why he's not married. James asks him "who should I marry?" The response of "Uncle James' was matter of fact. James continues it further by asking Liam "Do you think he'll say yes?" Liam effervescently says "Oh Yes". Poor naive Liam doesn't realize it's not the question but the size of the Jewelry! We packed up after breakfast and headed to the beach with Sean in tow wheeling the Winnebago of toys behind him. I would have question the need for all the crap, but was afraid the cooler of beers would be the first to go, so I kept mum. It was a quiet afternoon, and I even dared to get my feet wet in the ocean; just call me Dora the Explorer. We worked our way back to the pool area for a late lunch, and after freshening up we headed downtown for dinner. We went to Cabana, which was pretty decent for a "Chili's" type place. While we waited for our table I instructed my brother-in-law in a game of pool. Liam on the other hand was playing this ring toss game that was supposed to be difficult, but he handled it like a master. Within 15 mins., he was giving instruction to the beer laden men of the bar. Though I would never think of using him that way, Liam is a magnet for athletic sports men. Okay maybe I'd use him a little.
Sunday was a gorgeous day, where we headed down to Henry's for breakfast. The boys were more fascinated with the cats under the deck then their food, and James couldn't comprehend a fine class eating establishment that didn't serve Mimosas with breakfast. After eating we split up, Sean, the boys and myself going off to miniature golf while James and Eileen rented matching bikes and rode all over town. The flowered baskets on the bikes were a nice touch. After getting my ego trounced by a 5 and 7 yr. old at golf, we headed off for ice cream to make me feel better. It didn't help! But the cocktails at poolside eased the pain. Then the highlight of the day came at dinner. We went to the Lobster House, where I believe the lobsters do the cooking. The screaming child should have been a warning, but it went unheeded. The waiter was far from competent, seemingly hired off to the street to fill in for the holiday weekend. When the waiter delivered James' entree asking him to taste it "to make sure the kitchen didn't screw it up", really left us oozing with confidence. Then the exorbitant check came which we gladly paid just to get out of there. The Lobsters deserve to be evicted from this house! It was now 9:30 and we now looked forward to the the 10 O'clock fireworks, which you probably could guess by now went off at 9. Luckily, we had a stash of sparklers to light off from our balcony. James' mother Miss Kitty had given us some she had been saving. What she failed to mention that she had saved them from when James was a boy. YEAH 40 Year Old Fireworks. But the night took an upturn when after numerous attempts, we got the Ming Dynasty sparklers lit, and from the balcony were able to enjoy the 10 O'clock fireworks from Wild Wood and the 10:30 show from Atlantic City.
Monday morning was a quick breakfast before The Rooney's had to pack. They packed up the car and did a last check of the room. Little Sean was told to check under the beds for any left behind toys. I don't know what kind of toys Eileen was talking about, but Sean pulled out a stiletto shoe, and the show wasn't dainty. What possibilities does that leave us: 1. Some big old drag queen was using the room as a changing room, 2. My brother-in-law wears heals for his posture or 3. Left behind by some Call Girl from the last tenant. I don't know about you but 3 is the worst option, because that means the rooms are rented by the hour and aren't cleaned very well. So I opt for 2 and hope Sean's posture improves. We all then headed to the beach for the afternoon and whiled away the hours building sand castles and playing paddle ball. After Liam and Family headed home at 5:30, James and I set off to investigate the town. We found the shopping hub and spent a couple of hours shopping and sat for dinner at the Pilot House. The food was excellent, the staff warm and extremely competent, and the cocktails to die for. They were so good the cocktail menu accidentally fell into my pocket. Yes, accidentally, are you calling me a liar? I thought not!
We awoke Tuesday morning and packed for our ride home. We sat one last time on the balcony, and finally got to see our first gay couple. We politely waved our boas, and headed off satisfied knowing there was another token couple to hold down the fort. We were 20 mins. into the trip home when my driving skills were brought into question. So I "graciously" turned over the driving to James, and settled in for a quiet, EXTREMELY QUIET, ride home. I really felt terrible when James' legs cramped on the way home, but there is a price to driving prudently, I Guess!
As I endeavor to edit quicker so the blog is more up-to-date, I'll say TaTa for now, and I'll be seeing you in the virtual world of Adventure's in Taffeta.
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