My sister Cindy and her husband Bid invited our family of 4 to share a beach house in Manasquan, N.J. last week. It was only the second time my husband Mike and I had a Shore house in Manasquan … the first time was when we were 25 years old and we rented a dump with 10 of our nearest and dearest friends for an epic week of partying. Needless to say, if that old house wasn’t demolished before Hurricane Sandy, it was surely wiped out after. Fast forward 30 years and here we were for our second epic Manasquan week.
It was wonderful to spend time with our daughter and our ever-elusive son. And my sister and her husband. And my two nieces and two great-nephews too!
I went to the beach every day. Sometimes twice in the same day. It was easy since our house was on 1st Ave, so close to the sand and surf! And as I sat on the beach with its ever-present ocean breezes I thought about the horribly hot and humid weather I was missing at home in Montclair! And I smiled.
I found a new favorite Jersey Shore thing to do: watch the surfers. At Lifeguard Stand 1, near the inlet, some of the smallest surfers were some of the best. I saw one little guy catch a perfect curl and ride it all the way into the shore.
And we ate. Very well. On various nights at home we ate ribs, steaks and chicken at home. Ask my bro-in-law what he thinks of pesto … he took home what remained.
We ate out too, first classic, Jersey-style seafood at Red’s, where we ate outside on the deck and watched the sun set. And met a fun and chatty couple from Baltimore.
Then at Remington’s, where the food was epic and my bro-in-law’s high school friend and his wife were even more epic. I haven’t laughed that much at dinner in a very long time.
And lest I forget … I tip my hat to Mr. B., the nicest rodent I’ve ever shared a house with.