Well, I’m 27 now.
GG was sad that I didn’t want to go down to Virginia with him while he was working over Labor Day weekend, so to appease him I suggested we go this weekend for my birthday. I really didn’t want to… but it was nice to get away for a couple days anyway. So we both left work early on Friday and headed down around 1 PM. We stopped for late lunch/early dinner at Sonic on the way, and got to Chincoteague around 5:00. The first thing GG’s grandmother said to us? “Oh it’s been a terrible summer for fleas, there’s fleas everywhere, all the cats are covered with fleas…” Umm… I do not want to stay in this flea house! I didn’t want fleas on us or our belongings, and didn’t want to bring fleas home to our own kitties! However – I did not see a single flea while we were there. GG’s mom apparently combed a couple off the cats every day, but I never saw them.
Since we’d eaten late, we didn’t really feel like dinner. GG’s parents were coming down late (they’ve already gone back to work here in PA), and since the weather had been pretty bad, there really weren’t any customers anyway, so they didn’t bother to open the shop. With the night off, GG and I went to the Island Roxy theater (I’d never been there!) and saw Julie & Julia. It was cute, but I would have liked to see more about Julia Child. I could care less about the horrible Julie Powell, who’s since left her husband. (No, it’s not a spoiler – it’s the subject of her next book.) I have Julia Child’s biography on hold at the library :o)
One of the highlights of the trip was seeing the little kittens GG’s parents adopted, Figgy and Puffy. Puffy was the runt of a litter of stray cats living by their house, and GG’s mom took her in at the beginning of the summer. A month or so later, Figgy was found crying under a fig bush (hence the name) after a big storm. They were going to look for another home for her, but she got along so well with Puffy that they decided to keep her, too. So they left PA with one cat and will return with three! The kitties are so fun – they’re living in the screened porch, so they run around, play with toys or bits of leaves that end up on the floor, and climb up the screens! Then they snuggle up together and sleep.
Saturday (my birthday!) morning, we went out for breakfast to this place that’s new this year. It’s actually always been there, I think it just has a new name and was redecorated – now it sort of looks like an elementary school, with yellow cinderblock walls and kids’ artwork hanging everywhere. The food was okay, but not as good as the place we used to go for breakfast – however, the chef at that place apparently quit recently, and now the waitresses are cooking or something? So that sucks. Later in the day there was a motorcycle run and poker game held by the police to buy toys for kids or something. So they closed off a section of Main Street and everyone parked their bikes in the street. It was crazy. GG and I walked down during the day to check it out. (Can you imagine if someone bumped into one bike and knocked it over? GG was very careful while he was walking among them.) Then we ended up walking around the island for a while, before coming back to the house and relaxing.
After resting up, we went out to my favorite restaurant on the island, the Seashell Cafe, for dinner. (Remember when I mentioned it last year? Someone from the restaurant e-mailed me and was like, “Don’t worry, we’re not going out of business.”) GG had surf and turf, and I had a steak. Everything was delicious, and the waitress was great. Our only complaint probably was that the place was full of kids! There’s a lot of echo in there, even though they have some accoustic tile on the ceiling. (GG and I ate at this resturant a while ago that seemed like it would be loud and echoey, but they put accoustic panels on the bottoms of the tables, so they didn’t mess up the decor, but they really worked to absorb sound – hint hint, Sheashell Cafe!)
Around 5 PM, the bike run thing turned into a street party, with a band playing and people dancing out in the street, so GG and I went to check it out for a while. It was pretty cool, and the cover band that was playing, the Island Boy Band, was really good – I liked the sax especially. We eventually left because so many people were smoking. It seemed like every time we moved away from one smoker, another one would light up. Gross. GG had to work in the evening, so I read my magazine and played with kitties. Also, he made me a birthday rootbeer float.
We left pretty early Sunday morning, maybe around 9? On our way home, we stopped at this restaurant in Delaware that GG’s parents recommended, Border Cafe. It’s a Tex-Mex restaurant, and it was pretty good. The chips and salsa were awesome. I had some sort of chicken tacos, which were pretty good, but something in there was a little too spicy for me. Of course, nothing is too spicy for GG, who had blackened chicken fajitas. After lunch, we were back on the road, and got home in the early afternoon, so I still had time to do laundry and clean up a little.
Here’s all my pictures from Chincoteague this weekend. Mostly cats and funny signs.
No, I did not see Kanye West on the VMAs, but I can’t help but think that the whole thing was some sort of publicity stunt. (Especially since he’s supposed to be on the premiere of the new Jay Leno show tonight..?) I did, however, catch the update show on our favorite primordial dwarf, Kenadie Jourdin-Bromley. GG doesn’t like her as much since she’s talking a little now. I still think she’s cute.