Martin.....party of four, Martin....party of four. Radcliff....party of two, Radcliff....party of two. Then suddenly a window flies open and a string of obscenities is shouted from the bedroom next door. Every day....every day. Every day starting at 7am the pancake house across the street would start calling the wait list.....then our roommate would take matters into his own hands. At no point did I ever wake up without the loud speaker or our roommate yelling out the window....eh, the sound of waves crashing makes me have to use the bathroom. Speaking of sounds, the sounds at the beach are amazing, like in the way that you have never heard them all together before. Motorcycles rumbling, array of music blasting from car windows, cars honking, laughing and merry making of pedestrians, crying children, squawking seagulls, clickty-clanking of park rides, crashing waves, buzzers and bells sounding off at the games and amusements and the occasional trumpet being played or guitar being strummed on the boardwalk. And the smells! Pizza, french fries, salty breezes, kettle popcorn, exhaust, hot dogs, seafood, fudge, sweat (bleh!)....every day. I lived in Ocean City for two consecutive summers, both were equally fun and very different experiences at the same time. For now we will discuss my first year, it was the most memorable.
