Weekends away

Last weekend, O invited me and Troy to join her and her family on a day trip to St. Michael's. I had never been, despite the fact that the Maestro and I have the following conversation EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. we're driving to or from the beach as if the the response is going to change:

Maestro: Have you ever been to St. Michael's?
Me: Nope.
Maestro: It's really cute. You have to go some time. You're sure you've never EVER been to St. Michael's?
Me: Positive.
Maestro: What kind of Marylander are you? Sheesh.

I decided to kill my feelings of inadequacy by taking O up on her offer and joining them on their trip. Thankfully, we decided to go the day before this catastrophe happened. We still sat in horrendous bridge traffic without the added mess of an eighteen-wheeler plunging off the side of a bridge.

When we got to St. Michael's, we immediately were thirsty. We grabbed some cocktails and seafood appetizers at an open air bar overlooking the water. Here was our lovely view:



After we had replenished our tanks, we took advantage of the lovely day and walked around. St. Michael's is a historic waterfront town on the eastern shore with tons of character. I won't even hold the fact that Dick Cheney owns property on it against the town.

Here's a pictorial account of our few hours in St. Michael's:












When it started to get dark, we piled back in the truck and headed up the road to Easton (still on the eastern shore, but closer to the Bay Bridge) for dinner. We dined at the Washington Street Pub, which has great burgers, and a very hoppy beer on tap called "The Arrogant Bastard." I would say that St. Michael's is a great place to take a day trip on a nice, temperate summer Saturday, but leave earlier than we did to avoid sitting in line with the rest of the world trying to get to Ocean City via the Chesapeake Bay bridge.