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Remember that time we went to the beach? Let's see, it was a few years ago, but couldn't have been that long ago because Pokemon Go was out. (You'd know that if you were hip like me.) Anyway, it was you, me, Abby, and Hady. We took a day trip to the beach and Abby complained about her vagina all day, which was hilarious to us, but had to have been awkward for you. (But c'mon, it was also hilarious.)
It was such a beautiful, bright blue day. Excessively sunny. I remember having my denim ball cap on - the one with the plastic rhinestone stars Bedazzled on it? - because I could see the disco ball refraction of them shining on one of the walls of a shop I went into.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We'd all got our sunscreens and hats and drinks and what-have-yous and took the...how long is it, an hour? And a half maybe? drive up and found a really marvelous, shady spot to park (thanks to Hady's ankle injury and subsequent temporary disability tag) really close to the boardwalk. Literally across the street close, which was impressive even with the tag because there were a lot of people there. Mostly young families with toddlers and moms who looked like they were desperately hanging onto their 20s with their deep tans, string bikinis, and oversized sunglasses.
You and Hady are such sand rats, you were the first ones in the water while I set up some chairs and umbrellas and Abby took selfies. The waves weren't exactly enormous, but they were solid. I definitely remember being tumbled around like some clothing in a dryer. When you get those big, clear, solid mounds of water that push you down, roll you around, wash you up on the shore, suck you back in, and you don't know which way is up or how much sand is clumping up in your bathing suit, but you're sure it's at least a third of the whole beach, but it's okay because the water's only three feet deep and the sand'll come out eventually. Probably. (I don't think it all has, yet.)
Even better was when I got a video of you getting knocked flat on your face by a wave looming up behind you, oh man, that was hysterical! I have a still from that video in a scrapbook somewhere: you're ankle deep in the sand, one wave receding, looking right at me with this unsuspecting grin while the next big wave is cresting less than a foot behind you. (I kept telling you there was no time to warn you about it; those things are sneaky!)
Beaches aren't really actually my thing, so I was pretty done with the whole salty eyes and Rock Tumbler experience kind of early on and went to see if there was a public shower. This place did not disappoint: Outdoor showers and full body dryers, talk about upscale! Probably for the large population of furred and feathered folk in that area. I didn't even have to change out of my bathing suit! (But I did, because being dry didn't make it not full of sand.)
When I came back, Abby was sunbathing and I think you and Hady were throwing a frisbee, so I walked up and down the shore a little, collecting a seashell here, a pretty rock there. Then sat under the other umbrella and read and people watched. Met some dogs, took some pictures, watched them barrel into the water after a floaty toy their owner threw. It was so pleasant out...warm, but with a cool, fresh breeze from the sea. Rhythmic sounds of rushing water and kids laughing, dogs splashing. The bright glittering off the iron dark ocean. The smell of salt and Coppertone. I'm positive I drifted off for a bit. Maybe next time I'll bring a freestanding hammock. Ha! Wouldn't that be something, take a day trip all the way to the beach just to take a nap!
Honestly, though, I think the best part was just walking along the boardwalk with you guys. Going into expensive little artisan boutiques, a local produce shop, an antique store, a cafe for sandwiches and an ice cream shop for Dole whip. We stayed until dusk, and went out to the end of a pier to watch the sun turn red and sink into the sea, burning the sky like a hot forge and burnishing the undersides of the clouds a bright, rich gold. You took some surprisingly good pictures on your phone. I'm sorry, I don't mean surprising, I just mean I didn't take you for the artsy type. But I guess it doesn't take an artsy type to enjoy beauty. We all took pictures and none of us are artists.
You should ask Goofy if he's been there! He probably has, but if not, I'm sure he'd love it. Especially with Sylviaaaa.
Anyway. Drive home was uneventful. Hady drove and the rest of us fell asleep. Sun'll do that, y'know? And the air conditioning felt so good. Not quite as good as flopping into bed felt. There's just something about hot feathers on cool sheets. And all the cold air the AC could muster.
It was such a beautiful, bright blue day. Excessively sunny. I remember having my denim ball cap on - the one with the plastic rhinestone stars Bedazzled on it? - because I could see the disco ball refraction of them shining on one of the walls of a shop I went into.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We'd all got our sunscreens and hats and drinks and what-have-yous and took the...how long is it, an hour? And a half maybe? drive up and found a really marvelous, shady spot to park (thanks to Hady's ankle injury and subsequent temporary disability tag) really close to the boardwalk. Literally across the street close, which was impressive even with the tag because there were a lot of people there. Mostly young families with toddlers and moms who looked like they were desperately hanging onto their 20s with their deep tans, string bikinis, and oversized sunglasses.
You and Hady are such sand rats, you were the first ones in the water while I set up some chairs and umbrellas and Abby took selfies. The waves weren't exactly enormous, but they were solid. I definitely remember being tumbled around like some clothing in a dryer. When you get those big, clear, solid mounds of water that push you down, roll you around, wash you up on the shore, suck you back in, and you don't know which way is up or how much sand is clumping up in your bathing suit, but you're sure it's at least a third of the whole beach, but it's okay because the water's only three feet deep and the sand'll come out eventually. Probably. (I don't think it all has, yet.)
Even better was when I got a video of you getting knocked flat on your face by a wave looming up behind you, oh man, that was hysterical! I have a still from that video in a scrapbook somewhere: you're ankle deep in the sand, one wave receding, looking right at me with this unsuspecting grin while the next big wave is cresting less than a foot behind you. (I kept telling you there was no time to warn you about it; those things are sneaky!)
Beaches aren't really actually my thing, so I was pretty done with the whole salty eyes and Rock Tumbler experience kind of early on and went to see if there was a public shower. This place did not disappoint: Outdoor showers and full body dryers, talk about upscale! Probably for the large population of furred and feathered folk in that area. I didn't even have to change out of my bathing suit! (But I did, because being dry didn't make it not full of sand.)
When I came back, Abby was sunbathing and I think you and Hady were throwing a frisbee, so I walked up and down the shore a little, collecting a seashell here, a pretty rock there. Then sat under the other umbrella and read and people watched. Met some dogs, took some pictures, watched them barrel into the water after a floaty toy their owner threw. It was so pleasant out...warm, but with a cool, fresh breeze from the sea. Rhythmic sounds of rushing water and kids laughing, dogs splashing. The bright glittering off the iron dark ocean. The smell of salt and Coppertone. I'm positive I drifted off for a bit. Maybe next time I'll bring a freestanding hammock. Ha! Wouldn't that be something, take a day trip all the way to the beach just to take a nap!
Honestly, though, I think the best part was just walking along the boardwalk with you guys. Going into expensive little artisan boutiques, a local produce shop, an antique store, a cafe for sandwiches and an ice cream shop for Dole whip. We stayed until dusk, and went out to the end of a pier to watch the sun turn red and sink into the sea, burning the sky like a hot forge and burnishing the undersides of the clouds a bright, rich gold. You took some surprisingly good pictures on your phone. I'm sorry, I don't mean surprising, I just mean I didn't take you for the artsy type. But I guess it doesn't take an artsy type to enjoy beauty. We all took pictures and none of us are artists.
You should ask Goofy if he's been there! He probably has, but if not, I'm sure he'd love it. Especially with Sylviaaaa.
Anyway. Drive home was uneventful. Hady drove and the rest of us fell asleep. Sun'll do that, y'know? And the air conditioning felt so good. Not quite as good as flopping into bed felt. There's just something about hot feathers on cool sheets. And all the cold air the AC could muster.
