Soccer, Sand, and Scrubs
July 1st, 2007
So, John and I had a little vacation this weekend. Actually, as of the date of this post we’re still here in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. We’ve been staying at the very nice guest house called Silver Lake Guest House. I highly recommend it; it;s right across the street from the lake, and just a 5 minute walk from Poodle Beach (right on the opposite side of the lake), one of the Gay beaches out here.
We came down because our friend Dennis is on a soccer team and they were having some kind of regional tournament this weekend. We shared an apartment here at the Silver Lake Guest House with him and another soccer friend of his, Steve.
Thursday afternoon we got into town and got settled. I had a VERY important phone call at 4PM, but I’ll tell you all about that in another post… depending on what results from it 
We hit the beach for just a few moments, but the cloudy skies made it just a tad bit too chilly for long-term beaching. We went for dinner that evening, and afterwards the boys went off for drinks and dancing while I went back to our apartment and played a little City of Heroes. Turns out going home was a great idea because the skies opened up and it poured rain for about 20 minutes. And it just so happened that it was within that 20 minute window that the boys were walking home! Hahahahahaha… I got a good laugh out of seeing them soaking wet 
Friday it was overcast and it would sprinkle from time to time, so we all hit the outlets! John and I spent far more than we should have, but are happy with what we bought. That evening we ran into more soccer buddies, and went to dinner again, and this time I stuck around for one drink (not for me, but for John) and then John and I went back to the apartment while Dennis, Steve, and random soccer buddies went around town.
Saturday was the first day of the tournament. Dennis and Steve got an early start out to the field, and John and I followed a few hours later to watch some of the games. I’m telling you, Gay Soccer really should be televised. It’s MUCH more interesting to watch than regular soccer “That’s what short-shorts are for, gurrl!” … “Ooooo, your mascara’s starting to run!” Too much fun.
Saturday night I was planning on calling my friends Dan and Paul, who live in the area, and get together with them. An accident at the soccer field, however, found poor Steve with a twisted ankle and needing to be taken care of. With an apartment full of gay guys, there was no shortage of mothering, let me assure you. Ice-packs and elevation and ibuprofen, oh my! Dennis had to leave to attend the soccer function that night, so John and I stuck around to keep poor Steve entertained while he was bed-ridden. We watched lots of movies on the ABC-Family channel.
Sunday morning (today) we woke to a rather rude surprise. Poor Steve’s ankle was even worse than the night before. It was swollen even more, and now he couldn’t put any weight on it at all. To the hospital!! Dennis had more games in the tournament to play, so John and I loaded the crippled Steve into the Mini and sped off to the emergency room. It’s a little after 5PM as I write this, and Steve is probably still in surgery. Yep, you read that right: surgery. Turns out he broke his ankle very close to the joint. So close, in fact, that they don’t trust it to heal correctly on its own, so they’re putting in pins to make sure that the bone knits back the right way the first time. Fun.
We leave to come back home tomorrow, Monday. Who knows what fun and exciting things will happen between now and then!
