August 8, 2018
Following the brutally unfair disparity in our dinner activities, the separation continued.
I went into
work early to allow a prompt departure time, while they slept in before a
relaxing beach day.
(So...
fair...)
(So...
fair...)
The water was
much cleaner since the massive excavation project was nowhere near them. By the time they left the beach for “lunch”
it was five PM. They ate at the Seaside
Cafe. Originally the place had a diner
like atmosphere and menu. However, it
morphed when José Garces (of occasional Food Network appearances) opened new restaurants
in the Trop, and the food from the places he replaced migrated to Seaside.
They had Cheesesteak
and wings before strolling the Boardwalk. None of us remember what it means,
but there was some encounter with “French Girl Pants Guy” by the mall, leading
to mental trauma that was only cured by zeppoles.
On the day
they enjoyed sunshine and fried dough, I endured a surprise meeting changing
the overall project strategy (again) and a delayed design review meeting that kept me at work
longer than I should have been where I got yelled at for being practical. (again)
Yup,
completely fair.
Once more,
the number of “we forgot…” texts during the day proved not planning to leave
directly from work was prudent.
I went home,
packed up, stopped into see my sister after another far too frequent surgery,
and headed back south.
By then it
was late enough to empty the New Jersey highway system, and the comedy of Lewis
Black once more kept me alert and focused on the way down to Atlantic
City.
A quick right
on Martin Luther King Boulevard, followed by another right at the two story
naked lady, and a left at the neon Jesus sign and I was back with my family.
Yes, the town
is still struggling to find its identity.
I got to have
room service for dinner that night, pre-ordered from a Parkway rest stop.
My club
sandwich with Anabelle’s left over pancakes was the perfect capper to a strange
day.
Noticing the
level of jokes Anabelle was laughing at on Friends
reminded me she was now old enough to appreciate Coupling.
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