We were ready for a beach day after spending time in the UK and the Netherlands so when Danielle suggested that we take a day trip to Brighton, I was all for it. She (knowingly) persuaded me by reminding me that Brighton wasn’t just the beach, but was the Rehoboth Beach of Southwest London and if we were very lucky we might spot a Banksy. And get some sun. And eat fried things.
So, twist my arm why don’t you.
Danielle and I were so excited the morning we woke up! We both wore summery outfits! We brought things so we could sun ourselves by the pier! We smugly put on sunscreen before leaving the house, proud of ourselves for being so responsible. We took a very early bus to Blackfriars station and hopped the hour-long train ride to the seaside, READY FOR THE BEACH. A Jersey girl and a Philly girl love us a beach. DaveKlein just trailed behind us for the morning journey while we giddily talked about boardwalks! Fried things! Tan lines! He was so smug in his hoodie and was waiting for the moment that did not occur to me and I think Danielle was trying to ignore:
That the weather was going to be total crap.
I froze. It was so cold. But so cool! We had a great time walking around!
We left the train station in search of coffee and immediately found an original Banksy which excited me way more than it should have.
There is great street art in Brighton (here’s my other favorites).
We had a lovely coffee to warm up (#BritishSummer) and then went straight to the pier.
We rode a roller coaster for 8-year-olds which scared the crap out of me because I am a HUGE BABY.
We ate fish and chips to console ourselves about the sun and to calm my fried nerves from the baby coaster.
We stubbornly sat on the VERY rocky beach determined to see a peak of sun. We saw about one silver of sun. Everyone else was in long pants and shirts. CLOSED TOED SHOES, EVEN. We shivered in the breeze and stubbornly ignored everyone else’s sensible (GERMANS! DAMN IT!) attire.
Danielle then said the magical sentence that turned the day around for me.
“In the gay part of town there’s a tea house I’ve been wanting to go to — wanna try and find it?”
YES, my sister.
Then we unexpectedly ran into the “Brighton Naked Bikeride” and learned WAY MORE about our fellow man than I ever had before. The Naked Bikeride was about 98% male and to summarize: I saw things that I can’t un-see. And this is coming from me who after three years at HRC not much makes me blush. Ok everything still makes me blush but I’m not surprised by much. AND I AM AN ALLY IN THE BLUSHING.
Then the sun came out for real and after a bit of window shopping
we tried to erase our memories in rosé wine on the train home because while the UK isn’t the sunniest country, it’s not a police state.
(as you can sense, we are at home and enjoying ourselves except for Pennsylvania’s ridiculous liquor laws. Oh and the “unemployed” part.)