Assateague Island

I went camping with some friends this weekend to this lovely beach. It's one of my favorites. Pure white sand, almost totally people-free. Only three and half hours away. Andrew couldn't come with us because he had class at Hopkins on Saturday morning, among the millions of the other things he had to get done.

We went down on Friday right after work. We're all teachers, so it's an easy drive right after school. I was planning on coming back up on Saturday night.

Until I flushed my keys down the toilet.

That's right. They were in the front of my hoodie as I leaned over to flush, and they fell out of my pocket and into the toilet at just the right time. There was no saving them. We tried.

So poor Andrew, and had to make that 3.5 hour drive to save me on Sunday after church. And then ride home alone for another 3.5 hours. He did get a good five minutes at the beach. And I'd like to think it was a good five minutes. I on the other hand had another full day here. The only food I had left (remember how I wasn't planning on staying another day....and didn't have a car) was chocolate. But I had a book and a magazine, so basically I was set: Chocolate, good book, and a beach. There are worse mistake vacations.