subplotkudzu | Invasion of Capecodistan III

Monday was another pretty day, with our morning starting with breakfast and then beach time. Much fun was had by all, especially now that the water wasn't too seaweed stricken or cold to dissuade people from going in for a bit. Elizabeth did OK with the water, but it clearly freaked her out more than it had on her last trip to the beach, despite her repeated assertions that she was "Not afraid of water."

We had hung the "service please" sign on our door to make it clear that we would be out, but when we got back the cleaning woman had done the rooms around ours and - obviously annoyed that I had argued with her yesterday and complained to her boss about the events - that we had our sign out so she didn't do our room. I pointed out that this sign was the "service sign" and not the "privacy sign", and that we would be out until 1:00, after which she was not to bother us. She responded that she was going out to lunch and that she might get to our room before then. I said I didn't care if she got to our room, as long as she didn't knock on the door after 1:00, and resolved that we would never be returning to this hotel.

We had leftover Chinese food on a picnic table by the beach, then went out to get ice cream from one of the many colorful purveyors of that treat in the area. They were all closed. At noon. I know it's the off season guys, but come on! Elizabeth again begins to suspect that we are taunting her by driving into place and then driving out without getting her the promised ice cream. We eventually find solace in a Dairy Queen, which was not what we had in mind but did fulfill the criteria.

Back to our room - which had been cleaned - and a non-interrupted nap. Whew. The we ambled over to Pirates Cove Miniature Golf, which now has earned the title of "Best Mini-Golf EVAR!" The staff was friendly and helfpul, the course cool and multi-layered, with a hole on a pirate ship, behind a waterfall, through caves, across streams and otherwise nicely evocative to the pirate theme. We didn't actually, ya'know, play golf because Elizabeth kept chasing after the balls and either bringing them back to us or putting them in the hole, but she had her own plastic club and ball and generally had a grand old time. Except for the caves - the dark freaked her out a little.

We drove around a bit longer to see if there were parts of the cape that didn't look like a) beach or b) overbuilt tourist trap strip mall and then back to our room for more leftover Chinese and putting a little girl to bed. Rachel had presciently asked that we bring along Pirates of the Caribbean to watch on our laptop (mostly brought along to play the Curious George episodes that are part of Elizabeth's nighttime ritual), so we watched half of that at minimal volume once Elizabeth went to sleep.

Aside from the surly cleaning lady it was our best day yet.

Invasion of Capecodistan III

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