I'm Back, Mostly in One Piece

That may not sound like a major accomplishment, but it is. Provoking Munch has proved to be a dangerous sport.
He'd said we were going to Providence, which was fine by me. It's a long drive, and I hate traveling north, and he always wants to hang out at Lovecraft's grave for hours, but then I get to eat at Brickway on Wickenden, which makes it all good.
However, once we got going, I noticed something was off.
"Munch," I said, "We're going the wrong way."
"Have faith, Logan. I know what I'm doing."
"No, this is Jersey. I hate Jersey. You don't need to go through this pit to reach Rhode Island."
"Be quiet and let me drive."
I shut up, but I was understandably nervous. I mean, New Jersey!
As we kept driving, it got worse and worse.
"We're not going to the Pine Barrens, are we?"
"No, why? Scared?"
I admitted I was, kind of, and he launched into this big, rambling lecture about the search for the Jersey Devil, and how it was probably a perfectly reasonable phenomena like an alien or a chupacabra-type thing. I pointed out that I didn't give a rat's ass about a Jersey Devil, I was worried about a Deliverance-like scenario. I don't believe in goatsuckers, but I also don't trust Jersey hillbillies.
"Put your ignorant, irrational fears to rest, then," he said, "We're not going there, either."
"So where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
Coming from Munch, this sort of statement can be very good or very bad. Once I saw our exit, I knew which it was.
"I hate Ocean City."
"That's redundant. You hate all of Jersey. If Ocean City is in Jersey, ipso facto, you hate Ocean City."
"Yeah, but I really hate Ocean City."
"Oh well, that's where we're going. Suck it up. And suck it down, too - it's dry, so you need to kill that beer."
That, I didn't mind so much. It numbed the pain a bit.
We finally got up to the boardwalk in the wee small hours. Munch pulled out his sextant - I have no idea what he does with that thing, and he won't tell me - and started trying to sight something.
"Dammit. I need a focus." He turned to me. "Get down there and stand by the edge of the water."
There's no reasoning with him when he's in that mood, so I started off.
"Wait," he yelled. "Take off your shoes. I might need you to wade in."
"Are you kidding me? It's freezing!"
How he can death-glare through dark glasses is beyond me. I dumped my shoes and socks next to him, and crossed the beach. I turned around when I got to the edge of the water.
The bastard was gone. And when I got back to the boardwalk, I found out he'd taken my shoes, too.
Just then, my phone rang. Of course, it was him.
"So I'll be "hugging the wall," Mike?"
"Really funny, Munch. Get back here."
"Oh, I'm afraid not, my comical friend. I have a meeting in Cape May. I'll be back in a few hours. Let me know if you see any unusual lights out there."
He came back to get me eventually, although he made me chase the car for a few blocks. The rest of the weekend was fine, although the place we finally ended up in was pretty weird, too. But at least it wasn't in New Jersey.
So, how was your weekend?