Jersey Shore II

Jersey Shore II

Bad luck at the Borgata tables last night, though I did learn to play a new kind of poker. You have two chances to take back your money. I needed two more.

Drove down to the Sandpiper on the Cape May beach this morning, arrived at 9, room wasn’t ready of course, so we changed and spent the day on the beach anyway. One of the managers trades his parking spot with me so that I’m between the building and a utility gizmo, safe from all but seagulls. I carry stuff in the trunk to deal with that. On the beach, a gull swooped down, grabbed two fries from Maria’s dish, dropped one and flew off. As she was recovering from the most daring attack in Jersey since Trenton, the gull came back in, under the umbrella, for all the world like a P38 on a strafing run, and grabbed the fry he had dropped the first time! Another gull zoomed down in pursuit and a WW II dogfight ensued, but “our” gull swallowed the loot during a hard right bank.

Stereotypical photos of advertising plane and sand turtle should be appearing here, with a rare glimpse of the hitherto unknown waterproof pager, which this guy wore on his bathing suit! If you’re that important, and you may be urgently needed at any time, how do they let you go to the beach in the first place? (Paging Dr. Greely, where are those nuclear attack codes? Is it 34ytu or 33ytu to launch?)

Another guy says to me, “Can you read that iPod here in the sun?” (“No, I’m just staring at a blank screen trying to find inner harmony with technology.”)

Off to the mission church and then dinner at Martini Beach, one of our favorites.