Voyage to Montreal (Ocean City), Canada (Maryland)

All it took was one inconspicuous text message. Then the ball started rolling, and boy did it move fast. Next thing I know I'm driving all the way to tattoo and body piercing capital of the world, Ocean City. Was it Montreal? No. Did we still have a fucking crazy kick-ass good time? Well yea sure.

Day 1:

The drive up is uneventful. Id A confesses his fetish for maps, and vows to one day have sex on one. We play the license plate game and very nearly win. When we arrive we immediately hit the beach. Us and the Schmelter family go to Seacrets that night (get it?). Afterwards Id A, The Schmelter, and I decide to go the boardwalk. The highlight was definetly the fudge. The Schmelter beats me at my own game in a percussion-off and makes my animated Japanese persona cry. However, I would avenge myself the next day.

Overall I found the OC to be a place of excess. Food franchises, trailer parks, mini-golf, cover bands, t-shirt shops, white people. I could go on forever..

Day 2:

We sleep in. Then to the beach. A baby right next to us poops and ruins everyone's good time (Don't they have any sense of etiquette?). The Schmelter family goes to see Wall-E and comes back disappointed. I just don't get this as it was probably my favorite movie I've seen so far this year. It affirms that everyone needs someone, even robots, and especially team single. During this time we eat some authentic southern BBQ. This alone soothes some of my concerns about living in the south next year.

Fast forward to the night. We eat at the one restaurant in town that did not have a pun for a name. This bode well for the food. As expected, it was a very good meal. We made a second trip to the boardwalk so Id A and the Schmelter could put their lives the hands of some rusty springs. Almost right after God decided that the sin of Ocean City was far too great and heavy rain started to fall. This would last for 40 days and 40 nights, but we cheat fate by leaving town the next morning. Our hearts go out to those who remain.

After an agonizing drive I'm back at home. No Pool Boy Pablo I did not drink, but I did experience Sonic, and I'm pretty sure the deliciousness got us all a little tipsy. I may have beaten Id A to the punch with post, maybe we will see this trip through his eyes soon. Until next time.

Viva la Vida!

-P.P.