Martha's Vineyard

After living in Massachusetts for going on 9+ years (holy shit, is that right?), I finally had the rite of passage and made it to Martha's Vineyard. The Vinyahd, as they say here, so make sure to pronounce it just so, with a wildly obnoxious Boston accent. 

Our time in the Vineyard confirmed a few things I already knew: 

1) Day drinking is my fave 

2) Day drinking on bougie outdoor rooftops is even better 

3) I can't afford anything at Vineyard Vines 

4) I am not a beach person

5) I always look confused when taking selfies, even more so when I've been day drinking on bougie outdoor rooftops 

After a bumpy ferry ride, we checked into our AirBnB to drop off our bags. Brent snagged a few minutes of rest while I plied myself with enough sunscreen to last through the remainder of 2018. First on our agenda was a bus tour through the six towns, which was a great way to see the remote western part of the island (read: where the Obama's stay) (full disclosure: we in no way saw where the Obama's stay, unless our bus driver pointing down a very long, tree-lined driveway indicating that it was "somewhere down there" counts). We were shocked to see a lighthouse on that edge of the island and promptly posed for a picture.

After the bus tour our agenda was pretty flexible, since we wanted to leave ourselves open to whatever looked fun. Some of these fun activities included walking over a mile in the blazing sun to see another indistinguishable lighthouse, frantically flagging down a bus on the side of the road since the bus system there is bootleg AF, and pausing such activities every half hour to have Brent apply more sunscreen to my back.

Vineyard must-do's: 

1) A ride on the Flying Horses, the oldest carousel in America (and the scene of that awkward selfie pictured above) 

2) Strolling through the Gingerbread Cottages, the brightly painted, charming houses that allocate blocks and blocks of Oak Bluffs (kind of like the Painted Ladies of the east coast)

3) Getting a picture of no less than three lighthouses 

4) Visiting at least one location where they filmed Jaws; the Jaws bridge seemed to be everyone's favorite

5) Window shopping at the high-end boutiques and indignantly whispering to your husband the outrageous prices to the chagrin of the staff who know you have no business being there

All while in a lobster roll coma and nursing a pleasant beer buzz; it is a vacation.