On the last leg of our trip back home, we stayed in Cape May, New Jersey, which is at the bottom tip of the state. Full of Victorian homes and strict zoning laws, Cape May is perhaps the girliest vacation spot EVER. And I was there with three boys. (Steve counts as one of the boys).

Could I convince any of those three boys that they really, really wanted to go
to high tea at a Victorian mansion? No, I could not. Instead, I spent
the afternoon playing Skee Ball. Sure, it was a very tasteful arcade by Jersey shore standards, but there were no little cucumber sandwiches.