Post-Vacation Depression

Sorry for the long hiatus...I went on vacation. To where, you ask? Why, to Dewey Beach, that's where! And what's so great about Dewey Beach? Pretty much everything. For those of you not familiar with the joy of this little beach hamlet tucked away between Rehoboth Beach and Bethany Beach on the Delaware shore, allow me to elaborate. This is a typical day in Dewey:

11:30am - Get out of bed (since you can no longer ignore the sunlight coming in through the skylight)
11:45am - Talk someone into getting you coffee.
12:00pm - Choose your own adventure...either head to the beach for the next 5 hours or so, or begin drinking (I choose option 1).
2:00pm - Wake up in time to eye-rape some hot lifeguards
5:00pm - Head back to the house to meet up with those who have been drinking since noon. Break up a verbal argument already in progress. Eat some chips & dip. Begin drinking in earnest.
6:00pm - Optional shower/put on a shirt. Continue drinking through either of these activities.
7:00pm - Eat some more.
8:00pm - Watch some baseball, play quaits, or just continue drinking
10:00pm - Go to the bar...your choices include The Lighthouse (stay away from the Orange Crush), The Rusty Rudder, North Beach, or the Starboard.
10:30pm - Lose someone you came with.
11:30pm - Talk to member of the opposite sex you wouldn't dream of approaching were it not for the fact that you've been drinking for approximately 5-12 hours. This can be taken in either the very good or very bad sense...it works both ways.
12:00pm - Magically find the missing member of your party.
12:15pm - Lose someone else.
1:00am - Bars close. Proceed directly to Grotto Pizza, Mama Celeste or DP Dough.
2:00am - Arrive home. Devour every semi-edible item in house. Immediately begin flip cup game.
2:30am - Prop up whomever is no longer steady enough to play flip cup by moving the couch closer to the table.
2:45am - Ding Ding Ding! Someone has earned a new nickname!
3:00am - Taunt/harass those that have passed out. What lightweights.
3:10am - Retire to your chamber. You've had a busy day, afterall.

Yeah, that's pretty much it. No movie theaters, no shopping, no miniature golf. It seems as though this would be repetitive, nay boring, for an entire week. Let me assure you that you'd be mistaken. Never has my post-vacation depression been this deep.

When you "tentatively" book your reservation for the next year when you drop off the keys at the realty office, you know you're pretty much ruined.