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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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