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Banana's Memories

Summers 2001, 2002 and amazingly 2003!

Dagsworthy Street in "The Perch"

 

I'd say that there are just tooooo many great memories that I hold from my summers in Dewey to narrow it down to just one... but off hand, the one that stands out most is --

August '96, "Christy and Anna's Refugee Night". I'll never forget Christy and I getting ourselves all gussied up to hop on the Jolly Trolley for a night in Rehoboth. Drinks, a yum-yum dinner, drinks, hitting every tacky Boardwalk shop and cracking ourselves up... buying toe rings, and formulating diabolical plans... hitting the Rehoboth bars (and running scared from a few!) then returning to the house for what we thought was the funniest thing we ever did (ahhhhh, alcohol...) - putting celery salt and other assorted found treasures from the house into everyone else's luggage. Of course, most brilliantly tossing my own shorts unknowingly into Tom's little brother's bag and the next day not having a clue where my favorite shorts had disappeared to...

A few other top moments:
*The 120K Swede Girls' Commando Night and the neighborly male "strippers" coming over to give us a show in honor of Lisa Kenefick's Birthday.
* Playing putt-putt in the Waterfront parking lot with rent-a-cops (and Christy and Amy).
* Getting thrown off the Dewey playground after the parking-lot putt-putt.
* Along with Christy, on yet another of our infamous Sunday nights, flashing passing cars from the rooftop deck of the Darwin House, and unsuspecting Grotto's patrons from the deck of Christy's Read Street house.
* Seeing Frank bopping around through the insane crowds at the Crudder on a holiday weekend, doing his famed "Scatman Dance".
* Margit and I walking down Read Street with the Mark-n-Marvin Twins, past the drunken crowds at Grottos, across Rt1, and onto the beach in BRAS & BOXER SHORTS!!! We took a lovely drunken swim in the ocean, and walked back to the beach house in our now-soaked bras and boxer-shorts. (I didn't say this was my PROUDEST moment... just one of the most memorable.)
* That night my glass slipper (platform flip-flop) fell off my foot while walking upstairs, and having prince charming deliver it back to me.
*The birth of the phenomenon that is "The Joel".
* Margit's hitting her head on the ceiling fan story.
* The trashman bringing Margit home to the Van Dyke Street house after a night of passion.
* Katiepoo snaking the foam Jaeggermeister shot holder from The Waterfront, and our resolution to collect all the shot viles to fill it. (Mission accomplished!)
* Christy cornering Kirby at our beach house to ask, "Do you love me?", just a couple hours after meeting him at some Dewey bar.
* Larry falling off the back deck onto the Fun Island that was thrown down into the yard because someone thought *I* was so drunk that I'd fall off...
* Walking into the Swede Street house to find Larry, drunk off his ass, door wide open, baseball game on FULL VOLUME, babbling non-stop to me about how much he LOVES baseball, and that he'd rather watch baseball than hook up with any woman. I knew right then that we were going to have to be good friends.
* Angela chasing Larry around a jeep at Bayside 20 yelling "wocka-wocka-wocka" with a big ol' smile on her face"
* On one of the many famed pontoon boat trips to Seacrets, Christy and I swapping 2 random guys who were passing by our boats 2 beers for the use of their jet-skis. And Clark's then-girlfriend, Marlow, and deciding awe the crowds with our impressing driving skills.  Wouldn't have been such a bad idea if we weren't as d-r-u-n-k as we were. We kept buzzing by the boats as fast as we could in hopes of impressing everyone with our dazzling driving skills, and as we took that turn at high speed we fell off -- every time! Deep water + drunk girls = one hell of a difficult time flipping the jetski upright and climbing back on. We probably spent more time in the water than on the jet-skis, but OH what fun!
* Waking up one morning at Kate's parents' house in Rehoboth with one less pair of Ray-Bans and a tiny, mysterious hair clip in my pocket... and the sneaky feeling that I had just traded my $100+ sunglasses for a $1 hair clip (it was so cute though!?!?!?)

 

 

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