Alright so I went to the beach the other day and....I'd like to tell you guys about it! So we went to the beach to do something different for Father's Day weekend, rather than go to the movies and/or bowling.

So the beach we usually go to is at Ocean City, Maryland (USA), and we've been going there since I was a younger child. If you ask me, I prefer that beach over Seaside Heights at New Jersey (no offense to those fans).

Our day started with packing and such, and then we were off to hit the road. We usually head to McDonald's for breakfast, which we did, and I was a little deterred on what to eat. Their Hot Cakes were my last thought, I wasn't really feeling anything with syrup....in fact, I craved more for orange juice than I did the food....

"Strange, isn't it?" ~Sonic The Hedgehog.

Anyway, I was planning to have whatever Dad was having, or whatever Mom suggested to me first. Dad decided to have that Steak and Egg Sandwich thing, on a bagel, and mom....I forgot. But as we passed the window to find parking, I saw the Steak and Egg Burritos, and they were 2 for $3, which really isn't that bad....$1.50 per burrito, and boy did they look good...at least on the window it did, with the steak and....Mmm.

So we went in, we ordered, my siblings and I sat down, and waited for Mom and Dad to bring the food. When the food came, they began distributing the food. I then heard a chuckle from Dad, saying "That's sad!"
I wondered what he was talking about, as he handed me the two burritos. I didn't actually want two, since McDonald's Burritos are big...at least the one I ate almost a decade ago...

I look to my breakfast, and I see two, flimsy, slightly taller than a Wii Remote, "burritos"...2 for $3 makes sense now.

I smile at this, debating if I will say yes to Mom's offer of another burrito, and then I say no, because I know we have a long day ahead of us, which includes, Toll Booths, parking fees, more Toll Booths, lunch, and dinner. And hey, at least they got my orange juice!

Not caring of the situation, I still gratefully eat the burritos. I start on my first, and on my first bite, I see cheese. Cheese. I love cheese, really I do. But I was expecting more Steak and Egg too. The window was loaded with those two, you could even see the green peppers...and the cheese.

Nope. There was a load of cheese, like Hot Pocket loaded, and little niblets of steak and eggs with like 3 pepper dices. You know what, at this point, I didn't care, I was too hungry, and plus, I've had worse, so as I'd usually do, I ate them both. Still sorta hungry, my sister left her hash brown (which she asked for) and so I ate that too, which surprisingly helped hit the spot. Now  I don't know if she left it on purpose, or she was doing her, "ask-and-not eat thing"....whatever it was, I benefited, and I thank her!

After McDonald's, we hit the road again....oh did I mention we took my Mom's car? Sorry Mom, your car is cool, but it's so uncomfortable to sleep in...it's just not Beach Trip material. Why am I apologizing? You agreed too! So, I pretty much stood awake for most of the ride, long enough to see the gas tank empty little-by-little, struggle on to find a gas station before we got stranded (we were literally on one bar for a good 15-20 minutes), and continue on our journey.

I remember weeks before Mom said she would have liked to gone to  Virginia Beach, which sounded nice, but it was far. So being awake, the ride felt longer, and I didn't recognize any of the routes taken to Maryland Beach....as cool as something different sounded, I was set on going to Ocean City, hands down. Until I realized we started approaching the Rehoboth Area....

Again no offense to the fans of that beach, but Sweet Christmas that was the worst beach I have ever went to. And it was a mutual family agreement on this one too, like, we will never go there again. Not only did I get a bad impression of the sickeningly cold water (probably a bad day though), but the beach itself...was horrendous. Literally, everywhere you step, was a seashell. Everywhere. Hot sand, hot seashells, followed by rocks, seaweed, cigarette buds, and rarely some miscellaneous trash. I'm not exaggerating though, these things literally blanketed the beach. Might as well have walked on Legos! I hate Rehoboth Beach and I'm sorry to those who don't! The only thing that was good about that beach was the rock collecting I did there...had some nice rocks, I still have them.

Moving on, I thought we were going back to Rehoboth, disregarding what happened the first time. Luckily, my brother woke up, and was like "We're here! We're here!....Wait are we?"
No answer from Mom and Dad.
He kept asking and asking, until Mom finally said "No we're not!"
My brother thought he knew it all (as always) and said "Yes we are! I can see all the seafood restaurants and hotels, and whatever!"
Smart kid when he wanted to be. Then Mom finally shut him up saying, "NO WE'RE NOT! We never go here! That's the beach with all the seashells and junk!"
Like I said, "when he wanted to be"....the thought of this beach flew right over his head, until I mentioned the rock collection we had at home. Then it hit him. He had a look of disappointment as he slightly remembered of such a beach. Can't blame him entirely, he was like three when we went...young memory is so temporary.....

I felt as ease as we passed Rehoboth, and onward to Bethany Beach. Never heard of that one.....though it gives me a nice vibe when I hear it. "Bethany Beach." If anyone has ever went here, lemme know what it's like in the comments!
Then we passed Bethany, and I began seeing signs saying "Ocean City....__miles..."

Finally we were here. This new route was way too long, took us five hours to get there....usually takes us two and a half. Last time it took us five hours, we made a wrong turn....this time, we took the wrong route.....on purpose....
Alright, so we head in, la-dee-da, let's skip to around lunch time.....

My sister and I were hungry, and a little before we get out the water, things happen. I began to smell fish sticks....like, not that fried smell, like the fish smell of it, when you sniff directly inside the stick. Smelt that for like five minutes, then my nose adapted to it, accepting it as a regular smell. But a little before that, my sister and I saw something off into the distance. It was...I don't know, some kind of mass. My sister spotted it first, but I spotted the smell first afterwards. My sister and I accepted the fact that it was a boogy board...which it did look like....thanks eyeballs. Like ten minutes later, Mom calls us to eat lunch, and boy I was starving! My sister and I get out the water, and, before we head back to our spot, a crowd caught our eye...

Me coming from a public school, crowds meant a fight....I kinda miss those, so I was hoping it'd be a beach fight....but it wasn't.
I hear someone passing by me, randomly asking, "Is it a shark?"
I immediately start scouting the ground, and I do indeed see something....fishy.
When I arrive, I find that it is a fish head. A large fish head! The head was as big as a loaded school bag! It was just...a disembodied head! Spine, meat and all showing. No eyes, mouth open....and smelled like....fish sticks!

I walked a little closer, and the water slid onto the beach....ya know, I don't know what was grosser. The fact that someone actually hauled this bad boy in, and other people were touching it....or that the water that just came in, passed my feet, touched the head, and as it went back to the ocean....it slid through my feet again. I hesitated to continue on, but the next wave was coming, and really, there wasn't an escape, it was gonna hit me again. I began marching back to our spot, and the same thing happened again.

The rest of my beach day was normal I suppose. Just regular beach, water, and hardcore frisbee with my brother. The trip back was even longer because we had to turn back and forth looking for a Texas Roadhouse next to a Super Wal-Mart. It was late, we were tired, cranky, hungry, and had no patience for a non-specific GPS navigator....in fact two of them. One wasn't working, period; the other was a mobile phone, and just wasn't being as reliable as it usually is. And what made me mad was the fact that we kept driving back and forth for like 20 minutes. In that time, we could've made it almost at the Jersey-Pennsylvania border....maybe, I don't know, we were in Camden, New Jersey. But regardless, if we couldn't find it, we shoulda kept driving en route back to Pennsylvania, make our way to Bensalem, and go to the Texas Roadhouse there, where we knew where it was! Can't miss it! It's right next to Sonic and Golden Coral! This one in Camden, was blocked off by a row of trees. The best way to see it was by driving into its plaza, and by that, you had to find the secluded Super Wal-Mart....yeah, go ahead, say it! How do you hide a SUPER Wal-Mart?! HOW?!

Aside from all this, the food at the restaurant was great. I had a House Salad, with a sirloin steak, shrimp, bread, and seasoned rice....it was heaven! The appetizers weren't too bad either. Before this, I've only tried two of their appetizers, and they were the fried pickles (mmmm) and "fried cheese" (mozzarella sticks....mmmm).

This time we had a combo, boneless buffalo wings, potato skins, and jalapeño poppers. The wings were amazing, we were actually thinking of going back, and just to have the wings for dinner the next day! The potato skins were alright, everyone said they were salty, but I didn't think so. It had too much potato though....Dad's homemade are better! And the Poppers were OK too. Not my favorite, kinda messy, but not a bad flavor. I expected a little more to it.
After so, we went home, Dad finally let go of his pride, and let Mom drive, which was sorta fun because it was raining, and I think she hydroplaned a bit trying to avoid potholes. With this rollercoaster ride, I awoke from my nap and watched the whole ride home. We made it! As in not only we made it home, but we made it to the end of this story lol. We accomplished a few things though, we broke the record for road trips, we were out for 18 hours in total, my dog held his dirty business in that amount of time (good job Conan), no one got sunburn, and we topped the night off with Pizza Hut's Hershey Chocolate Chip Brownies!

Now to answer the assumed questions of concern: Yes, we had food and water ready in Conan's crate for when he got hungry during the day. Conan doesn't follow the normal breakfast, lunch, and dinner schedule, he eats when hungry (we've tried countless times to get him on it, but he's too stubborn to abide by it). This was also his test to see how long he can last without going in his crate (our last dog did 22 hours! This was the day of the wrong turn....R.I.P. Maxx).

No, I don't have any foot disease or fungus or whatever, after that fish head-water incident. My feet are fine! And no, I didn't get a picture of the fish, in fact, I didn't have my phone that day, I didn't wanna deal with people. But now I wish I had brought it just for pictures. I was actually gonna put it as an attachment to this story, but instead, I'm going to put the good dog Conan as the main picture!...And no, we didn't name him after Conan the talk show host, but Conan The Barbarian.
Alright guys, that was Father's Day weekend, Beach Day! Thanks for reading!

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