My first night in Matunuck

Hey everyone! When I first decided to start blogging—like two weeks ago or whatever—I thought I would be the best at it due to a vast amount of free time.  Yet lately I've been so busy! Not with work or any responsibilities or anything, I've just been occupied while trying out the cottage life in Sodus Point, NY, attending a wedding in Matunuck, RI, and visiting my Aunt Nancy and cousin Alexis in Charlton, MA. 

Driving straight from work to Matunuck for the wedding (with like 2 days notice and motion sickness) was a total effin' drag. I have an inability to not stuff my face during any road trip while I'm not driving, as well as an inability to do nothing for 7 straight hours, so I was bound to go temporarily fat and insane. 

Now, I doubt I am the only one who prefers to sing along to music while driving for extending periods of time, and luckily the driver forgot their AUX cable (sarcasm), so my grunge, teeny bopper, typically 90's, and "Now That's What I Call Music" filled Hello Kitty travel CD case came in real handy. But each CD has a max of 6 songs that I can actually sing along to, so we ran out of music a lot sooner than I would have preferred, especially after driving through the mountains where no decent radio stations exist. 

I did take a few snapshots on the way, though! 

The view across from a rest stop we'd stopped at

Still getting there...

The Braga Bridge

Marcus's face cause I liked it

Surf shop as we got into Matunuck

Our first night there, we went to a get-together at the bride and groom's house. We got there about 3 hours after it started, so the food was put away and everyone was leaving, but we still made it. Most of the people who had been there ended up at the Ocean Mist, a cool little bar where Oshun Roots, a reggae band, was performing. They were decent, the drinks were weak, and I enjoyed every bit of the conversations I had with a great group of people. We left after a bit with Marcus's family to go home and finally get some rest. Except resting was sort of difficult, since the crashing of waves outside our windows kept us up until the birds started chirping very, very loudly.