The first thing I had on my agenda while traveling to Virginia was to explore the beaches. Those of you who know me understand my obsession with the ocean. I couldn’t wait to throw on my bathing suit, apply thick layers of Banana Boat oil and lay out in the sun.
I went to two different beaches: Buckroe (in Hampton) & Virginia Beach (in well, you guessed it, Virginia Beach). Surprisingly, they were completely different from each other. I didn’t understand why I liked Buckroe over VA Beach until I started to take notice of the tiny details–I write EVERYTHING down!
We Can Drink, It’s Lit!
You can drink and smoke in Virginia–and I still tried to hide it. New York and New Jersey have ruined it for me. So when the cashier in Virginia Beach told us to keep it in the bag or use a separate container, I was shocked. They just want you to be courteous of your neighbors and clean up after yourself.
The Sea Was Angry My Friend
One beach had decided to be rude af. In VA Beach, I barely made it ankle-deep before I was assaulted by Blastoise and his Hydro Pump in battle–I didn’t even gain experience. Meanwhile, back in Buckroe I was able to float on my back and swim casually without losing a Poke-fight.
There was a loophole though, I had a few run-ins with a certain creature with long tentacles and a squishy head. NO, Tentacool wasn’t in my beach area but his offspring were. Tiny globs of jellyfish somehow ended up in my hands. Unwilling to succumb to the cure for a jellyfish sting, I escaped the danger zone in a panic-stricken frenzy. My abrupt movements made some guy run away with me mumbling something under his breath. Nothing better than a flustered country accent, nothing!
The Party Starts At Night
The VA beach nightlife is pretty interesting. The street performers don’t ask for tips, (which is completely unlike the greedy street performers in NYC), and they are pretty imaginative.
I met a man riding an ostrich, a fortune teller who only answers one question, and a silvery tin-woman/robot impersonator all on the same strip.
I was approached by a Virginian who reached out for a hug while shouting, “Oh it’s been so long! How you doin?” (Must read that with an accent.) I was throwing out my ice cream sample cup, (because Kohr Bros ice cream is ridiculously expensive–I kept asking for samples while walking the boardwalk), and I didn’t know what to say to the random hugger.
Naturally I hugged him back and told him he seemed well. His friends were intrigued with my willingness to play along and we laughed it off.
Now in Buckroe, there were no street performers, no random happy-go-lucky-huggers, or any real excitement for that matter. The most action happened when a local track team practiced how to properly start a run while a summer school trip splashed in the water behind them.
Eventually, we were all kicked out of the ocean because of a possible thunderstorm and that was when I realized just how many children were there. We left shortly after they took over the sand.
The moral of this post is to hit up the VA Beach if you want entertainment and you don’t mind sharing your tanning space with a gazillion other tourists. Or hope to the big G-O-D that summer camp hasn’t started yet and head over to Buckroe for a semi-relaxing, jellyfish-infested beach experience. I survived both so you can too!