Edwin is staying in a townhouse between Lewes and Rehoboth for beach week with five friends. I stayed in a grungy motel room with three friends in Ocean City in 1990.
Edwin and his friends have walked and shopped around Rehoboth and strolled the quaint streets of Lewes. I rotated like a rotisserie chicken on the beach, procuring a deep tan, which was in direct conflict with my attempts at rehydrating after drinking cheap beer every night.
Edwin and his friends are taking turns cooking dinner. For his two dinners, he has made moules et frites and shrimp étoufée. I remember microwaving hot pockets at 7-11 and drinking Snapple.
On our last night in Bethany three nights ago, my friends and I took our daughters to Rehoboth for the evening. I texted Edwin to warn him that we would be there and that I would not try to seek him out. He responded that he’d actually like to say hi. I am certain that my reaction would have been different had that been my mom and me back in 1990.
I have to say I made the most of my beach week and came home in one piece. Edwin is making the most of his, as well, with a heck of a lot more class.
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