We’d arrived. Somehow. If you’ve never been to Seaside Heights, the first thing you will notice is that most of the buildings are not new. There are one or two, but most look like they were built in the 60s, our motel included. After such a long trip, all I wanted to do was get to our room and fall on the bed for an hour or so. We checked in, got our key and attempted to follow the directions the owner gave us. Lugging suitcases, bags, sunhats and grocery bags of munchies, we headed up the stairs only to come to a dead end. Back to where we started. Okay, there is another staircase over there; she must have meant that one. Nope. My daughter’s friend Kayla pointed out yet another staircase on the other side of the parking lot. Seriously!?! We eventually found our room, after finding the staircase hidden in an alcove behind the fence that surrounds the pool! The room was really nice. A pleasant change over where we stayed last year. The girls were just excited that there was Wi-Fi!!
After sort of unpacking, the girls couldn’t wait to get outside and look around. Having been here before, Kaitlin was really excited about showing the place to her friend. We took a very roundabout way to the restaurant we were going to for dinner – via the Boardwalk, and a certain house where a certain show was currently being filmed – and finally sat down to eat around 8 o’clock. Our waiter seemed taken with my daughter and blushed when she talked to him. Then he had to come back to the table and admit that he’d forgotten to write down what we ordered! It was cute until he forgot my glass of wine for the third time. I have to say, I’ve never had a bad meal any time I’ve been there. We usually just get a slice on the boardwalk for lunch, but we make a point of going someplace nice for dinner, and we’ve yet to be disappointed.
The next few days followed a wonderfully relaxing routine. Breakfast; beach; boardwalk; beach; chill around the motel pool before dinner, walk to the restaurant, nice dinner; Boardwalk. We could have driven to a neighbouring town to shop or sightsee, but none of us were really too concerned with that. I figured I’d driven 10 hours to get there; I wasn’t getting back in my car until it was time to leave!
There were several “celebrity” encounters while we were there. Many of these were quite thrilling to people related to, but not, me! And her friend! However, having signed a Waiver with MTV I am not at liberty to discuss any of these encounters. Suffice it to say that my daughter and her friend are anxiously watching the new season of a certain reality show to see if they or I appear in it anywhere. I have been told however, in no uncertain terms, that if a certain incident involving myself and certain DJ in which he was allegedly flirting with me makes it into the cut, my daughter may have to move to another city and change her name.
The trip home was far less eventful than the one there. Betty was able to join us and only once tried to steer us wrong…as we drove over the bridge leading back into Canada, she briefly lost her mind and yelled “Make a U-turn, make a U-turn”, but we just laughed at her and kept driving home.
After sort of unpacking, the girls couldn’t wait to get outside and look around. Having been here before, Kaitlin was really excited about showing the place to her friend. We took a very roundabout way to the restaurant we were going to for dinner – via the Boardwalk, and a certain house where a certain show was currently being filmed – and finally sat down to eat around 8 o’clock. Our waiter seemed taken with my daughter and blushed when she talked to him. Then he had to come back to the table and admit that he’d forgotten to write down what we ordered! It was cute until he forgot my glass of wine for the third time. I have to say, I’ve never had a bad meal any time I’ve been there. We usually just get a slice on the boardwalk for lunch, but we make a point of going someplace nice for dinner, and we’ve yet to be disappointed.
The next few days followed a wonderfully relaxing routine. Breakfast; beach; boardwalk; beach; chill around the motel pool before dinner, walk to the restaurant, nice dinner; Boardwalk. We could have driven to a neighbouring town to shop or sightsee, but none of us were really too concerned with that. I figured I’d driven 10 hours to get there; I wasn’t getting back in my car until it was time to leave!
There were several “celebrity” encounters while we were there. Many of these were quite thrilling to people related to, but not, me! And her friend! However, having signed a Waiver with MTV I am not at liberty to discuss any of these encounters. Suffice it to say that my daughter and her friend are anxiously watching the new season of a certain reality show to see if they or I appear in it anywhere. I have been told however, in no uncertain terms, that if a certain incident involving myself and certain DJ in which he was allegedly flirting with me makes it into the cut, my daughter may have to move to another city and change her name.
The trip home was far less eventful than the one there. Betty was able to join us and only once tried to steer us wrong…as we drove over the bridge leading back into Canada, she briefly lost her mind and yelled “Make a U-turn, make a U-turn”, but we just laughed at her and kept driving home.
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