Got back from Easton (Chesapeake Bay) yesterday.
I had a really great week of just lazing about across a house roughly five or six times the size of mine, with pool, hotub, and people cooking for us and bringing us drink. You'd think this extremely opulent lifestyle might be morally objectionable, but it turns out the considering the good company and the good wine, it's suprisingly not.
Anywhooo, not much exciting happened (no explosions, man eating sharks, magical racoons), and what did happen isn't of much concern or interest for people outside the family (then again, does anyone outside the family actually read this thing?).
Amusing anecdote though...
One morning, I woke up and went down to breakfast. One of the caterers greeted me with "There's a Scottish Man outside serving ice cream". I must admit my first thought was that either I was not completely awake, or that he was on crack, but as it turns out...
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The house, as seen from the bay.
Who's that sexy beast?
Conor catches up on some World Cup action.
The "adults" take the pool...
... and the "kids" claim it back.
Ben: about to discover that you can't really see anything underwater in the hot tub.
Ellie: The best fishergirlie ever. Beginner's luck, or natural talent?
Who on earth needs two boats?
Carol attempting to get everyone's attention.
Everyone, not paying attention.