Our ocean getaway began when I accidentally bought one hundred and forty-four adult diapers—or “bladder leakage protection” pads. Chad and I stopped at Costco before leaving town, and (boys, cover your eyes please) I needed some feminine products. Now, I’d never heard of Poise brand pads, but when I saw the $9-off sale price and that there were one hundred and forty-four of them, I was sold. My excitement over a bargain obscured my ability to read the fine print. When I put the enormous box in the basket, Chad immediately braced himself against the cart and pretended it was too heavy to push. It wasn't until much later that I noticed what they really were. Chad hasn’t stopped making fun of me; in fact, right now he’s singing the Dora the Explorer theme song, replacing “Dora” with “Diaper.” Ha ha, looks who’s funny.
Before driving to the coast, we stopped for lunch at Budd
Bay Café in downtown Olympia. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but at the marina, a thick
layer of fog covered the masts of the sailboats. It created an eerie, dreamlike atmosphere. I ordered blackened
cod tacos and Chad ordered a Shrimp Louie. I wore a t-shirt, flannel, and jeans, and
asked Chad, “Do you think I’m under-dressed?” as I pointed to a woman in a purple
sequined blouse and another woman wearing a hat made of what was either peacock feathers or the head of a Fraggle. If you want to know where fancy people in Olympia go for lunch, it's Budd Bay. Even the waiter was sort of snobby, which always gives me an ironic chuckle.
We had a nice drive to the coast and got to Seabrook around 3:00. Whenever we come to Seabrook, it feels as though we are
traveling back in time. Like when Marty McFly takes the DeLorean from 1985 to
1955, winds up in Hill Valley, and everything’s just sort of... clean. And
simple. It’s exactly like that for us except we don’t get to play “Johnny B. Goode” at
the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.
Seabrook is a small community that sits on the bluffs overlooking the ocean. There are a few hundred homes here and many of them are vacation
rentals. This weekend, we’re staying in Mary-Frances, a tiny, two-bedroom
bungalow right across the street from the retail district. The retail district consists of a restaurant, a pub, a market, and a few cute shops. The
rental bikes are there, too. When we started coming here eight years ago, the
bikes were free. Now they’re not, and it’s funny how one’s level of bike riding
desire is directly related to how much one has to pay to ride. What I mean
is, I doubt we're gonna rent bikes.
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| Cute display on the path to the beach |
We unloaded the car, checked out our home for the weekend, and then sat on the couch. And that is literally
all we did for hours. This part is vital when you’re trying to unwind. Here’s
what we did while on the couch: We watched a couple episodes of Saturday Night Live from the 70’s. One time, Chad pulled his hand
inside his sleeve and made a puppet that sang “Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” and then we watched the rain.
When the excitement faded, we realized it was time for
dinner so we went to the Front Street Market across from our house and bought a
six-pack of Blue Moon, some Beecher’s Cheese, and a baguette. And back to the
couch we went to eat our beige dinner. There is a closet full of movies, books, and games for us to enjoy—but it’s all the way over there.
Well, I suppose it’s time for a diaper change.
Rachel
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