Senior games, sand castles and 80s dance moves
Have you ever wondered what the most misspelled word in Pennsylvania is? No? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. It’s scissors. Followed by sauerkraut. We live in an interesting state.
But you know what no one ever spells wrong? Weekend. And that’s what you pay me (in your heart) to tell you about every Thursday.
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Retro rewind dance party
If your Spotify has ever contained the words Madonna, Prince or “Oops, all 80s”, this one’s for you. Head to Newtown Bomba on Friday night, where DJ Bobby Boombox is spinning a throwback dance party.
Expect nostalgia, themed pink drinks and a good excuse to dust off that outfit you’ve been told is ‘coming back in style’ for the last decade. The evening also supports Susan G. Komen. Eight pm until midnight 😱
Senior Olympics wraps
If you think retirement means slowing down, you’ve clearly never watched seniors play pickleball. The Bucks County Senior Games wrap up Saturday morning at CB West, where athletes 50+ will be competing in everything from bocce to track events.
Fair warning, there’s a decent chance someone old enough to remember rotary phones is in significantly better shape than you. Oh and a reminder to set your alarm because it starts at 8.
A sandy road trip
Every year I ask myself “how impressive can sand sculptures really be?”. And every year I’m surprised by the answer. Peddler’s Village has once again handed a bunch of top tier sculptors several tons of sand and told them to go nuts.
The result is a giant walkthrough American road trip featuring sculptures that somehow make my childhood sandcastles look criminal.
Sunset on the water
On a perfect June evening, most people flock to Tyler State Park or Washington Crossing. Which is exactly why Lake Luxembourg at Core Creek feels like a secret.
Rent a kayak just before sunset and paddle out while the crowds are busy elsewhere. The water stays surprisingly calm, the views are gorgeous and for about an hour you’ll completely forget you’re surrounded by suburbia.
Wild to think I could go from screaming Cher to cheering on your grandpa to walking around admiring sand sculptures all in on weekend. Round it out with a Sunday evening kayak adventure? Call me crazy, but living in Bucks is bussin (learned that from my 11 year old who will cringe when she reads this).
May your vocals hold up on When Doves Cry,
Cait, From Bucks