Pulling up to Beach Palace, Uncle Lee greeted us on the steps – followed by Cousin Dallas, Cousin Katelyn, and Cousin Morgan acting as bell hops (I didn’t tip.) As I had spent countless minutes on Twiddy Realty’s web site studying the floor plan, I knew exactly where to go, claimed my bed (twin next to the window), and went about the house exploring and greeting family members. Most found on the top floor – I’ll recap all family inhabitants to this fan-freaking-tastic vacation home in the family photo. Because yes, we had a scheduled photo shoot with our very own live in vacationer photographer Lori A. Wilson, which to satisfy your curiosity is how she is to be captioned.
Dual spaghetti dinners later – we have 3-4 vegetarians on staff her at Beach Palace – and Lori and I went to claim dresser space. We decided to share the drawers and hangers. Oh, what about Jeff? We gave him the nightstand to use. It has a drawer and cubby beneath for neatly folded clothes to be cubbied away. Plus! He doesn’t have to share space with anyone. Good deal right? Right.
Some drinks later – why did I forget about Bacardi Limon? The lemon garnish is built in! – and we made our way to the sunning deck around 10:30pm. Why a sunning deck at night? For shooting star watching of course! Now, you might not know it to look at me – mainly because I wear sunglasses 95% percent of my life – but I L.O.V.E. star gazing. It’s probably the one activity that completely relaxes me. Could this be the reason I can’t relax in cities so easily? Because I can look up and count the visible stars? (6 from my MPR doorway.) Here, the night sky literally looks like a duvet of stars has been laid just below the clouds. Only for me to see. Just me. I stayed there – with key family members Aunt Jeanne and Cousin Krista – until 1:00am. And experienced/was privy to/beheld with my eyes eleven shooting stars. Such fortunateness ranks higher than a Metro seat during morning rush hour or no line at the 15th and I during Starbucks daily weekday visits with Lisa.
(Sidenote: Lisa and I have received many offers for the Starbucks etc. etiquette manual we’ve crafted. So far, it’s a mental draft. Highlight: Should you accidently spill iced coffee sample, make sure to actually splash some on the angry-for-no-reason holding-up-rush-hour-Bucks-line-with-75-questions-to-Baristas lady in front of you. This way, when said lady is ‘affected’ by the clear attack on her with spilt iced coffee sample, she can actually have something to Tidestick pen off later.)
Only one place to go after such an experience. So I fell asleep. Smiling.
What? This is totally one of the shooting stars documented from sundeck at Beach Palace.
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