Oneofhismoms is on vacation.
A short one, yes. But it is the first time my little family has gone somewhere alone and stayed in a hotel instead of with family or friends.
So here we are in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. How very lovely. I had heard it was gay friendly. This morning, when Trucker got up at six am, I hauled it down to the Starbucks we’d seen when we arrived late last night for some caffeine. Every single person who walked in was lesbian. Except the one dude. Of course now that I’ve been here for the day, I know there are plenty of straight families about. It is a really interesting place. I spent a summer living in Provincetown after college and I have to say, I kind of like it here a little more. In P-town it was so very gay that the straight tourists tended to get a little uptight. Which I don’t care about either way, but it was sort of a look-at-my-rainbow-flag-and-nipple-piercings-I’m-gay-gay-gay-damnit kind of scene. Perhaps it has changed since then. Also, when I lived there all of the lesbians pretty much had the same very short haircut. I did not. So if I dared to wear a skirt, I’d get hit on by every straight guy within a mile radius. That said, I did love my time there. But this place is different. Mind you, I haven’t even been here for 24 hours yet, but it seems almost seamless. Everybody just seems to be co-existing. And having a good time.
It is nice for families, too. The sidewalks, at least where we are, are very stroller-friendly. The boardwalk is not up any steps. It is even with the sidewalk and the beach. So it just seems very easy. The beach is not too deep (as in, not to long of a walk from the boardwalk to the sea.) So it is fairly easy to haul all of our gear to the water’s edge for sandcastle fun.
I’ve been hoping to find a gay-friendly and family-friendly vacation place for a while. And though this place does not have as much character as I used to crave before I had kids, it makes up for it in ease of … just ease I suppose.
Now one thing I forgot about when I planned this whole hotel bonanza is the fact that the kids go to sleep at seven and eight pm. Wooo! Partaaaay. So I’m glad we have a room with a balcony. At least I can watch the party from here. And when I say watch the party I mean watch the party. The biggest, loudest boy party night spot is less than 200 feet from this balcony and my sleeping boys. Next time I’ll look for the word “quiet” in the hotel description. For now, I’ve invested six bucks in some heavy-duty earplugs.