Yesterday at the hotel wasn't too bad. The rough part was getting into work. Saturday afternoon in the height of the summer season in Rehoboth Beach, DE spells one thing:
BACKED UP TRAFFIC
I hardly got out onto Route One and there is was, hundreds of cars going south on Route One, inching their way to Rehoboth Beach. God help me. I am SO GLAD I don't have the weekend shift at the hotel during the summer. I HATE sitting in traffic, just inching along. HATE IT.
Above is just a short video of the bottleneck that is Rehoboth Beach Summer Fun. Only another month to go and we locals reclaim our Route One again. I shouldn't really complain though, all that traffic (at $3.00 a pop, Del Dot just raised the toll fee from $2.00 to $3.00 - why not? It doesn't slow the traffic down to Rehoboth and points (Ocean City, Maryland) and beyond.
Folks, we local stay away from Rehoboth Beach in the summertime. It just isn't worth it. However, I am glad we have all that traffic coming down, depositing their dollars into our local economy. Yesterday, while inching along in traffic I spied mostly Pennsylvania and New Jersey license plates. We never did get too many New Jerseyites (sp?) until Hurricane Sandy. We get them now.
Hey folks . . . . no sales tax in Delaware! Come on down.
All this weekend we've had rain or overcast skies, somewhat to the disappointment of many of our hotel guests. So far this summer we've had an abundance of sun . . . too much actually. I've had to force myself to stay indoor because of the heat, humidity and sun, sun sun. Just last week I was thinking "We could use a little less sun." But you know what happens "Be careful what you wish for."
Yesterday afternoon there was a wedding in the park adjoining the hotel. The rain let up enough to permit the Beautiful Bride to be married outside under the bridal canopy. A few minutes before the ceremony the bridegroom and his entourage trooped past the front desk in their pear gray suits looking soooo fine (all nice buttocks - did I really say THAT?) I was momentarily rendered speechless by the unexpected overload of fine masculinity but quickly recovered. All in a day's work folks.
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