When I went to San Diego a few weeks ago, I got zero beach time (which is fine because it was chilly anyway -- "May gray, June gloom"). But as usual come June, I am craving beach time and feeling nostalgic for the Maryland Riviera -- Ocean City. I realized it was around this time last year that I waxed poetic for the special place that is OCMD. Aaaand I really want to go. Who's in?
A few years ago two of my best friends, Scott and Emily, got married in Chicago. For Em's bachelorette, we did it up in Ocean City. It was rull classy, lemme tell you. Just the way an Ocean Shitty bachelorette should be -- simply elegant, elegantly simple. Penis candy, a crab feast, and the bride facing off in a Guinness-chugging contest with an old lady at an Irish pub on the boardwalk.
A special TBT cheers to Ocean City!