Beach weekend ...

So, I am heading to the beach this weekend. My friend rented a really nice house with a magnificent view of the ocean.
I think she sees this as some kind of retreat/spiritual type weekend. She is going a day earlier than I.
She says to me tonight, I am bringing this book I read that's called "a womans's return to love".
"I think you will like it and might enjoy reading it at the beach"
Little does she know, I am bringing Augusten Burroughs book "a wolf at the table".
My plan is not to "find some spiritual connection" but to find out why poor Augusten's father was such an asshole.
I also plan to eat bad food and drink too much coffee. I hope to find some place that serves really good seafood and eat like there's no tomorrow. Which there may not be and if that's the case, I'd rather go with a full stomach and an insight to a very disturbing family tragedy. (and not my own)
I just can't do self help, find your inner being, be a strong woman type crap right now. Don't get me wrong, that stuff has a place in life and I've done my share.
But sometimes part of life is just knowing when you should eat a good meal, read a good book, and kick your friends ass in some cribbage.
That can be quite spiritual.
jb