John's 31st Birthday

For John's birthday we both took off on Friday and drove to Delaware to the Dogfish Head brewery. It's pretty much his favorite beer.

We went on the "Stashes and Lashes" brew tour which includes samples! First was Raison D'Etre, which is one of John's favorites, so we were happy about that. He used to drink that almost exclusively when we were first living together. Next, My Antonia, which was an ok beer, but nothing special. too hoppy for me. But John said if you're a hops person it was pretty darn great. I of course just love it for the literary reference (Hey Willa Cather!). Apparently the guy who started the brewery was an English major. John now has a new career goal in mind for me. Third was Immort Ale. Don't drink it. It tastes like band-aids. Eww. And I thought Dogfish head could do not wrong. I forget the last one, but it was alright. On the tour we were told about a bunch of beers I'd never heard of, including one with berries that I really want to try. Also, Pangea, which has a cool name.

Birthday dinner at a seafood place. Crabcakes and softshell crab.

Seeing as Dogfish Head is right by Rehoboth Beach that's where we stayed the night. So the next morning we went exploring. We found really big shells, which I made into seashell bras all along the beach. Because I'm a 10 year old boy. We also found a piece of a hourshoe crab shell and a bird leg/talons.

Then we were on our way to Atlantic City! We found the penguin game from Vancouver and did not do well. Penguins are better in Canada! But then we had a freakin awesome game of craps. It was a lot of fun. If only we'd put more money on that fucking 5!

Next we took a long stroll down the Boardwalk and listened to people and the ocean. We had some drinks at the House of Blues. My amaretto sour was way weak so I ended up confusing the waiter when I asked for a shot. But we had good talks. Like about how we're too old to make out in a bar. When did that happen?

More gambling. Half-naked girls dancing to a live cover band...We played roulette and won on 29 (our anniversary), 18 (John's birthday), and 4 (my birthday). Later in the night we would play more roulette. 18 hit like a total of 5 times that night. John was in heaven. Until a crazy dealer kept yelling at everyone and it wasn't fun anymore.

Between roulette games we had more drinks and listened to a different cover band. Who rocked. I don't think we've ever had that much fun in Atlantic City. Of course I say that and I remember 2 really fun times...but really, it was crazy. I think we got back to our hotel around 3am...but who really knows.

Hannibal Lecter vs Melissa

On Friday night I had a serious nightmare. John and I were walking down the street minding our own business when some cops fucking kidnapped us. They handcuffed/tied us both to two bucket seats in a van. Between us was a box. They stuck my elbow into a tiny hole in the box. At which point Hannibal Lecter started gnawing on my fucking elbow! As he gnawed and my arms became just bone, it would slowly slide further into the hole so that he could eat more. The cops, apparently, were tired of dealing with their whiny prisoners, so they fed us to him. Thanks honorable policemen. I don't know what would happen when he finished the arm, as they way we were set up that's about all that he could eat through that hole...but that's not the point.

The point is I was whining and moaning in my sleep. And I half woke up and was super scared, so I cuddled up to John. I think I was like "Nightmare, eating..." so John just kissed my forehead and told me to go back to sleep. I could have asked for a bit more comfort, but I did fall back to sleep so it wasn't really necessary. So I will consider this sweet and soothing.

Except now he keeps making whining sounds and laughing. Apparently my torture filled nightmare produced sounds that crack the boy up.

I just keep telling him he was the next course...and he laughs some more.

Sometimes boys are sweet. And they share the cherry Starburst you gave them for their birthday, even though it's like his favorite thing in the world. They could just give you all the strawberry but you get a few cherry. That's love.

And sometimes they laugh at you getting eaten.

Good with the bad, right?