I went there as a guest of Erin’s. Had a good time. Spent at least four hours a day on the beach, avoiding the midday period because of the potential for sunburn. (Still got burned a little bit.) Erin buried me in the sand and took pictures. We spent most of our time just talking and hanging out. I also got to ride the ferry across the Delaware Bay, from Delaware to New Jersey. The other notable event was my first seafood buffet: I got to try lots of unusual foods like clams, mussels, oysters, and crabs. Didn’t care too much for the clams, but everything else was pretty good.
It was an unusual step for me. I’m usually afraid to go very far outside my Comfort Zone, which is [REDACTED] and Lexington, Kentucky. The thing that prompted me to go was Delbert; when I told him about the possibility of going to Delaware he said “I don’t know why you wouldn’t go.” After he said that, a sort of realization hit me: what else do I have better to do? I’m miserable in my crummy apartment most of the time anyway. The other strange part about the trip was my mood: up until the weather turned sour on Sunday it was excellent. I even pulled myself out of a “whitie” after smoking some of Erin’s herb by willing myself not to descend into paranoid introspection. We went out that night and had calzones at a little Italian place called Mama Maria’s. It was delicious.
Erin’s cousin showed up on Saturday night and they did some work on the beach house, mostly adding molding and trim around the walls. My extreme laziness kind of put them off however. While they were working, I had a severe headache, so I tried to sleep it off in Erin’s Aunt’s house. I think that didn’t go over too well with Erin’s cousin, many “lazy” jokes were bandied about. But despite a lot of trepidation at meeting a new person who is a known “party guy,” we had a good time hanging out and swapping stories. Drugs were consumed and good conversation was to be had. The most humorous part was when he started talking about all the girls he’d slept with and he said sorrowfully, “Those days are over, man.” I couldn’t really relate to the lifestyle but the depression in his tone was almost palpable. Erin’s cousin has a three year old daughter now, so he’s had to settle down a lot.
Apparently there’s no drug this cousin of his hasn’t tried. I was worried when I came up that more friends of his would be there, and a lot of temptations would be present that I would have to avoid. If Erin’s cousin’s two friends had come, I probably wouldn’t have gone; it would have been too uncomfortable for me. My oddness often draws mockery and comments of a derogatory nature. But it was just the cousin, and he was only there Saturday night and Sunday morning. Overall, I’m glad I went.
The only truly bad part about the experience was the drive: 11 hours there and 11 hours back. That completely sucked. It’s possible Erin will ask me out there again, I’ll probably go if there won’t be too many people. Needless to say, life in this extremely shitty apartment after going to the beach on a daily
basis has given me an extreme desire to remain unconscious most of the time. Delbert’s going to come over today and we will probably clean up the place so that’ll make things a little better. Will write more at a later date . . . .