We woke up and ate at our favorite little known spot: The Retro Cafe. Sadly, the food wasn't that good. Lea's portabello wrap was bland and my tomato bisque soup tasted like Cambell's tomato paste plus a little basil.
After lunch, we went to Dewey beach with Austin, Nick, John and Claude/biddy and Lea got absolutely wrecked by a wave. She's in the shower right now so I don't feel bad relaying this in the best detail I can...
So I'm positioned a little further back in the water and I knew Lea was walking back toward shore to lay out for a little. I don't know what made me look in her direction, but I thank the almighty gods that I did because as I glanced over to the shoreline I just saw this wave break and take an unsuspecting Lea down with it. I'm not sure how to describe the flailing and gasping for air that followed. It was like she'd been sucked into a tidal wave--but keep in mind we're talking 4 feet of water tops. She's yards from the shoreline. Drowning would have been though devastating, sadly pathetic and impressive given the level of the water. After her epic gymnastic session with the wave we all laughed for give or take 35 minutes.
Tonight we're going to go to the what not to wear reveal party. We have no fuckin clue what to wear, and are both pretty convinced whatever we do wear will be torn apart by Susannah. Oh well. We'll see!
I took a picture of our Old Time photo. Enjoy.
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