Memory-making at Virginia Beach
It's the beach you've always known, but why not explore it again? Your piggy bank squeals madly at the thought of Cancun or Miami, and, besides, Virginia Beach's only a three-hour traffic jam away from Washington, D.C. Sure, as a Washingtonian/Virginian/Marylander, you've seen the boardwalk zillions of times. You've practically nicknamed each grain of sand. Yet Virginia Beach will be different this trip.
Everyone says it's changed. There are still 35 whopping miles of waterfront property and the ocean hasn't body-swapped with the Gulf of Mexico yet, but it's changed. You'll lasso up all your college friends and go binging...er, shopping...er, swimming. Right. Swimming. This is going to be the best end -of-summer-trip ever.
You will leave so early that you'll wake up the roosters. You will sit in the car listening to audio books that should not have been recorded because their print versions weren't even that great in the first place. Your S.O. will fall asleep looking at the map. Many years later, you will arrive at the beach with no real intention of putting on your trunks or bikini top. All your friends will agree. It's too hot. There are too many bugs. Why not look at the ocean from the bar? There's AC there.
After visiting more stores and restaurants than those things called “beaches,” you and your friends will go home. It truly was the best end-of-summer trip ever: Nobody got stung by a jellyfish and you have the perfect Facebook profile pic with Neptune.