Vacation - Day Three

There's a repetitiveness to this vacation that does not upset me in the least.  More swimming at the pool?  More crashing into Atlantic Ocean waves?  More beer?  I think I can manage.

I had a 25 minute conversation with a girl at the pool.  It started with her asking me what I was smoking (I may never stop smoking Marlboro Blacks, as it appears to be an instant conversation starter...what on earth are those?  Are they harsher?).  It ended with her telling me that she's twenty.  It was...uncomfortable, for me at least, and it took a lot of energy to not say "you know...I have a stepson just about your age..."  The worst part is that she's saying at this hotel, which practically guarantees future uncomfortable moments...for me, at least (redundancy intentional).  She has no idea how old I am, unless she noticed the grey hair and the daughter and realized that hey...he's certainly someone I would call "sir" in a myriad of other circumstances.

Chix for dinner, which is the restaurant attached to this hotel.  Their specialty seems to be "take shrimp and crab and add it to something else."  So after the shrimp and crab nachos I had the shrimp and crab macaroni and cheese, along with some local beer, which was pretty damn tasty, despite the waitress explaining that it's "kind of hoppy".  Yeah, I'm that weirdo that doesn't like hops.  Then again, I'm that weirdo that will drink a glass of cider or ten.

Went to Starbucks afterwards for coffee, while Rosie had her first make-your-own-frozen-yogurt-sundae experience.  It was in an upscale neighborhood, which almost made me feel bad about chasing her up and down the sidewalk after she accused me of "wanting to kiss a mermaid".  I don't know why that upset me (it didn't, but I needed an excuse to burn calories after dinner).

Nothing to do with vacation, but this text conversation actually occurred.  I think I'm in a sitcom.

"How's the night going?"
"Drunk and eating frozen yogurt."
"I can't find my phone."
"I...don't understand the problem."
"They said don't leave my phone at the bar, but I can't find it."
"What are you using to text me?"
"My phone.  Duh."
"Okay!  Problem solved!"

More nightswimming (deserves a quiet night), and maybe some solo karaoke still on the docket for the day.

I hope one day I become an epitath on a bench.

Nice pier.  Walking on it tomorrow.

Rosie and Papi heading back to the hotel.  Softies.

Rosie's less scared of the waves now...and more obstinate.

Long day, maybe?

"Dad? Smile!"  "I am smiling."  "...oh..." 

The Chix band covered LMFAO, so naturally Rosie had to dance.

And there's the band's asses.