The New England Beach Tour

It’s been a whirlwind few days since I last posted. In that time, we’ve gone to beaches in all New England states except Connecticut and Vermont, because, well, duh. I will (eventually) post about all our adventures, but here’s a quick teaser:

After we went to Rockwell Painting, NH on Friday, we got up super early on Saturday morning to visit Auntie Gigi & Uncle Heavy (what? he chose the name!) on Martha’s Vineyard for two days.

Look at these two (jackholes pretending to be) angels!
Look at these two (jackholes pretending to be) angels!

Highlights included two beautiful beach days, a visit inside a real lighthouse which George is still talking about, and a grown ups’ night out which involved me slapping Matty “for no reason whatsoever” (the reason was booze). Sorry, Matty.

On Monday, we continued our Beaches of New England Tour with a visit to Ogunquit, ME to hang with our friends, The Chans.

I'm sorry I've disappointed you, children, with this boring summer.
I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you, children, with this boring summer.

We went to yet another gorgeous beach, splashed in some enormous waves, and had a lovely dinner with our friends, which I partially ruined by doing my Fantasy Football draft in the middle of it. However, I did get Tom Brady, and as of today, a judge has nullified his four-game suspension, so all’s well that ends well, right? Sorry again to your parents, Marie.

Hazy collects sand and shells from all the beaches we've gone to. We still have one more jar to fill.
Hazy collects sand and shells from all the beaches we’ve gone to. We still have one more jar to fill.

On Tuesday, I had to do some work (gasp!) and it was like a cold bucket of water tossed into your hot shower. Going back full time next Tuesday is going to be worse than that Maroon 5 song where he sings about the summer hurting like a mother. And ironically, it will also hurt like a mother. Matty and the kids went back to their favorite place – Boston Bowl – and did some shopping while I did work stuff (okay, and got a pedi).

On Wednesday, we were back on The Tour, this time to Little Compton, RI, for a beach day with our friends, The Days.

Putting the
Putting the “fren” in frenemies.

We collected sea glass, had a fight about sea glass, jumped off a cliff-side diving board (go, Hazy & Nina!), had an amazing farm stand dinner, and ice cream for dessert. Thank you, Dee!

Today, we’re back in good old Plymouth at Oma and Opa’s.

Here’s a totally accurate map of where we’ve been in the last week:

You figure out what the letters are for!
You figure out what the letters are for! (Hint: the E is a town in Martha’s Vineyard, and supposed to be pointing to Martha’s Vineyard.)

I have four more days of my summer at home and I intend to make them count!

In the comments section (not on Facebook, jerks!), guess how many swimsuits I’ve washed this summer. Closest guess gets a prize.

4 thoughts on “The New England Beach Tour”

  1. zero. i dont wash swimsuits. I consider swimming (and peeing) in pools and oceans to serve as washing. And I know your level of cleanliness is similar to mine 😉

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