Every year we take one night and visit Ocean City, Maryland. And every year it’s exactly the same. Seriously. Nothing changes. Except that I feel older because I have no idea what the slogans on the t-shirts mean anymore. What a feeling.
We make our way up and down the boardwalk via our favorite food places. First it’s the french fries, then the funnel cake, the candy and finally the popcorn.
That is an art gallery. You can’t make this stuff up.
We went home tired and ten pounds heavier. And then stopped at Sonic for more food.