Friday, June 14, 2013

Beach Vacation: The Hot and the Cold

"Ice cream is my vice."
~Brad Meltzer

Stephen, the kids and I went to the beach last week for a long weekend with some of Stephen's cousins. As usual, it was great fun, punctuated in my mind by specific moments of cold and hot.
The Cold: Sixty mph winds blew in, thanks to a tropical storm. Aside from having to hold onto Mo just a little tighter to keep her from blowing away and having to chase down my sunglasses as they blew across a parking lot, the winds didn't stop us from enjoying all the beach had to offer.

The Hot: Sand hitting your legs at 60 mph burns like fire, and we all managed to get a massive sunburn under substantial cloud cover. I'd post pictures, but my legs started peeling yesterday and no one needs to see that. It's not cute.

The Cold: We walked into an elevator and found a six-pack of adult beverages -- unopened and still cold. We chose to believe they were left by the drink fairy, took two (allegedly) and left the rest to bless someone else's day. Paying it forward and all.

The Hot: Stephen's family has more than its fair share of beautiful people. They're in their 20s, all sport ridiculous abs and are fantastically sweet. They're hot . . . and humbling.


The Cold: If you've been around our family for any length of time, you know that we are huge fans of The Original Painter's Ice Cream in Myrtle Beach, SC. We go every time we head to the beach. Usually more than once. I love it because, in addition to the amazing ice cream (I love the peanut butter chip and the banana pudding), it's set up like it was when it opened in 1952. You order at a window and eat it outside. Other ice cream places are so cold inside, I can't fully enjoy my ice cream (tough life I live, I know). Plus, Dominic, its owner since 1997, is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. If you're ever in the area, check them out. They're kind of a big deal.

Dominic (center) and friends. Follow him on Twitter at

The Hot: We went to a place called the Chesapeake House for dinner one night. All the food was delicious, but the bread basket changed my life. First, it was huge and heavy. The bottom was full of hushpuppies. Then there was a layer of sliced bread (I can't tell you exactly what kind because I was distracted by the rest of the goodies in the basket). And on the very top were . . . wait for it . . . hot cinnamon rolls!! In a bread basket! To eat before the meal!! Life changed!

We're heading back to the area in July. Dominic, get the sugar cones ready . . .