Dear Rehoboth Beach,

Thank you for being defiant and proving the forecast wrong. I wanted a day at the beach and that is exactly what I got. Not one lick of thunder! Thank god!

Furthermore, YOU HAD A BREEZE to go with your heat. You still burned me despite reapplying my sunscreen twice in a four hour timespan which just seems wicked of you… but I get it. You’re the beach and I’m sickly white. It wouldn’t be right if I left with a tan.

Nerdy pose since the ocean is about to swallow me

By the way, you look like a town from another era that ignored all the changes going on around it. As a matter of fact, you look like the kind of place Mrs Maisel would’ve visited in her 1950s heyday. Take it as a compliment.

One of three million Thrashers

But why the hell do you have so many Thrasher stands on your boardwalk? All they sell is French fries that you can pour vinegar on. You literally had two across the street from each other. And another just one block over. God knows how many I missed along the way.

See? It’s just French fries

You know what’s worse? When asking the internet what to eat in Rehoboth beach so many people said Thrashers. IT’S FRIES. Fries that you can salt and cover in vinegar all by yourself. I don’t get it. All I know for sure is that I ate them, but they were not the second coming. I much preferred the chocolate truffle shop next door.

By the way, I have a sneaking suspicion that you price things ridiculously high in the summer. It’s unflattering and my wallet dislikes you.

I’m laughing at how stupidly drunk I had to be to pay for this daiquiri.

Either way, your ocean was cold and I didn’t die of heat stroke so I think I can forgive you for burning and then fleecing me Rehoboth.

Love, Kristen

Previous Post
Next Post

0 thoughts on “An Open Letter to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware

Leave a Reply

Archives

Newsletter

Love the content? Subscribe to my Newsletter and never miss a Post again. Get all the latest from Fashion & Beauty right into your inbox.