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Published: October 26th 2009
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October 25, 2009
“If the sea rolls, I puke”! This is the statement that Donna, the perfect lady that she is, made when Bill said we had to take the ferry in Galveston!!! But I’m getting ahead of myself…We left San Antonio this morning before 9am. We wanted to get to Galveston early enough to swim in the Gulf of Mexico and our hotel in Galveston was right on the ocean… ($46.00 a room, not bad!). We arrived about 1pm. Bill, Donna and I went for a ride to the beach…further down than our hotel where the beach was a steep slope. We got sandwiches and headed out to a spot where you can actually drive right on to the beach. It’s hard packed sand so there are no problems with the tires. The sea was very rough…and the color of mud…really not very pretty, but quite warm. We stayed for a bit then went back to the hotel and met John at the pool. After talking with some people from Texas, Bill told us about the ferry and that’s when Donna made the above statement...in a very matter of fact way! Anyway, we decided to go out and have a
drink at a place called Woody’s…we had seen it earlier at the beach. There were a lot of motor cycles outside and we thought we’d be cool and try it out…Let me tell you all something: WE ARE NOT COOL!!! The people we saw had on dirty jeans, bandanas in their hair, motor cycle t-shirts, boots, leather vests, piercings of all kinds and really mean looks on their faces. When we walked in I swear the acid rock music stopped and all eyes, mostly bloodshot, landed on us…Lucy, Ricky, Ethel and Fred…All of our resolve to be cool evaporated as we found our way to one of the tables and tried to blend in…But really, how could we? Donna and I were dressed in our cute, colorful, casual resort wear and John looked like an aged Beach Boy. The only one who kind of fit in was…you guessed it, Bill, who had on his “Ride it like you stole it” t-shirt. Fortunately, most of the clientele were so wasted that they quickly forgot about the Ricardo’s and the Mertz’s and got back to listening to the band…who really played so loudly we couldn’t hear ourselves think. It wasn’t that we
were too old for the place…the mean age of the patrons was about 65…honestly! But they had all taken that “one toke over the line”!!! And the four of us…well…it had been years since we had even been near the line.
We had intended to go to the Golden Coral for dinner…you know the all-you-can-eat buffet…but it seemed…well just too much. I mean first we’re humiliated at Woody’s and then off to the buffet with the rest of the blue haired old farts in Galveston…No…we couldn’t do it! So we dined at a place called “Joe’s Crab Shack” which was the height of cool…really...and let me tell you this: not one of us ordered “the early bird special”!
Today’s Road Lesson: “To see ourselves as others see us”
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