I spent the past week at my family's beach house in New Jersey. My dad co-owns it with his brother, and the neighborhood has some pretty big, fancy beach houses with balconies and stuff.
And then there's our house.
It's a wooden house, and apparently it was made out of some wood that doesn't stick to paint, so the paint is always peeling. It also doesn't have any WiFi, so whenever I want to use the Internet, I have to stand next to a window and hope to connect to the neighbor's WiFi.
It's a nice place, though. there's an ice cream shop at the end of the block, two breakfast places reasonably close, and an arcade on the pier. Sometimes I go there and marvel at the magical claw machine. I say magical because you put your quarter in, and, lo and behold-- it disappears. Some people, as I learned, are so amazed by this that they will put quarters in several times just to revel in the mystery. Some will even go as far as to vocally express their amazement. ("Where the HELL is my quarter?!?")
But, amazingly, even better than the arcade, is the extensive library. Being a bibliophile, this is the place I visit most. They've got an enormous collection of books, couches to read on, and best of all, free high-speed internet.
Usually, when I go there, I pull out a comic book and read through it in ten minutes. Did I forget to mention that? Yeah, I'm a bit of a comic book geek. Not a total one, but at least enough to know what space sector Green Lantern patrols (2814), and to know who the Phantom Stranger is.
I know what you're thinking. It's a beach house, so where's the beach? Well, here's the thing. I can't stand sand. It's just the feeling of it, and having to walk home with sand in my shoes. Also, there's the matter of having to shower after sitting in water for the past few hours.
It's just so... grainy.
On Thursday, with the help of a few Redbox movies, we got back home.
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