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So Sunday, the Pipeline decided to go out on the beach for some beach volleyball and beach worship. But like an overbearing aunt, our friend The Rain decided to drop on by unexpectedly for an extended visit yet we did not give up on our quest for miles and miles of sand and ocean (among other things). Along with the rain, there was our friend The Sun who was just peaking out to say hello. And his friends, The UV Rays. I should've abandoned all sense of decency during the warmest parts of the day and decided to wear some Old Navy Cargo Shorts instead of jeans. What a good move it would've been. When we finally reached our destination, it wasn't raining cats and dogs (thankfully, because I'm allergic to cats) so we ran from the van, to this tiny shelter that held our shoes, to the beach, where it was raining. Beach volleyball turned into beach soccer. And then it rained harder. But we kept playing. It was a great day to be outside and wrestle alligators. So punk rawk.
Monday. On our way back from lunch Brian and I happened to walk by a sinking Titanic. It's one of those blow up rides where you climb to the top and, because of the angle at which that tragic ship sunk, you slide down and talk about you and some other people. We spoke with a girl that was helping out with the ride and started brainstorming other tragedies and catastrophes to make rides out of. My vote went to the "Massacre at Wounded Knee" ride. Later, to cheer ourselves up we thought it best to write a new song, entitled "Bit My Tongue." It's about Brian's proclivity for a nice slab of English Guernsey cow tongue. I've never had it and so cannot comment on said delicacy. I guess we'll all have to take his word for it.
Later Monday. After all that, a few of us (Rach, Chrissy, Sarah, Becca, Tay, Rica, Linds, Theresa, Evan, Erica, and myself) all hitched a ride over to Rach's for a girls' night. We got there and immediately were drawn to the angels and sun beams with a hint of "Hallelujah" surrounding the dock. We took careful steps so as not to accidently shove the other in the water. Tay and I bravely walked to the edge of the dock while voices of fear and excitement filled the space behind us. "I bet you won't swim across the cove and back," exclaimed one of the high school girls. "We can so do it," I said. "We will be such babes," said Tay confidently. So we raced inside to change into our swim suits and came back out to where apparently the paparazzi and media now were. "DON'T DO IT!" came a frightened Sarah, "There are SHARKS in there." Me, being deathly afraid of sharks, took a slight step backward, until Rach said, "It's okay. I've been living here for seven years and haven't seen a shark out here once." That gave me a little more confidence, but still, I was scared. We had no idea how deep or shallow the water was, so Tay decided to climb down from the ladder and jump off the second-to-last step (the last one was covered in barnicles). Then she swam to the front of the dock, went down, and said it was shallow enough to stand, so I should be careful when I jump. I jumped from the dock into to the water, making sure my knees hit the bottom, not my bottom. We waited there for Rach to take our picture, then our journey began. We started off at a fast pace, and realized it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I still stayed close to Tay, just so I wouldn't have to go down alone in case a shark decided it was hungry. We reached the other dock, and pulled this move like a porpus would, to touch the dock. Tay and I were out of breath so we stayed by the dock for a while. The lady that owned it saw us swimming toward her house and came outside to watch. When we got over there, she came to the edge of her dock and started talking with us, and probably slipped in there that she wanted us to come back later for tea, but I could just be making that up. We recooped and set off again on the journey back. It was a lot harder than the swim there, because we were quite exhausted. When we reached Rach's dock, we were dubbed Heroes of the Week. What an honor. As we were getting out of the water, I realized that I had deep cuts all along my right leg. It turns out when my legs hit the bottom when I jumped in, they scraped against the barnicles. Do I smell pancakes?
Monday. On our way back from lunch Brian and I happened to walk by a sinking Titanic. It's one of those blow up rides where you climb to the top and, because of the angle at which that tragic ship sunk, you slide down and talk about you and some other people. We spoke with a girl that was helping out with the ride and started brainstorming other tragedies and catastrophes to make rides out of. My vote went to the "Massacre at Wounded Knee" ride. Later, to cheer ourselves up we thought it best to write a new song, entitled "Bit My Tongue." It's about Brian's proclivity for a nice slab of English Guernsey cow tongue. I've never had it and so cannot comment on said delicacy. I guess we'll all have to take his word for it.
Later Monday. After all that, a few of us (Rach, Chrissy, Sarah, Becca, Tay, Rica, Linds, Theresa, Evan, Erica, and myself) all hitched a ride over to Rach's for a girls' night. We got there and immediately were drawn to the angels and sun beams with a hint of "Hallelujah" surrounding the dock. We took careful steps so as not to accidently shove the other in the water. Tay and I bravely walked to the edge of the dock while voices of fear and excitement filled the space behind us. "I bet you won't swim across the cove and back," exclaimed one of the high school girls. "We can so do it," I said. "We will be such babes," said Tay confidently. So we raced inside to change into our swim suits and came back out to where apparently the paparazzi and media now were. "DON'T DO IT!" came a frightened Sarah, "There are SHARKS in there." Me, being deathly afraid of sharks, took a slight step backward, until Rach said, "It's okay. I've been living here for seven years and haven't seen a shark out here once." That gave me a little more confidence, but still, I was scared. We had no idea how deep or shallow the water was, so Tay decided to climb down from the ladder and jump off the second-to-last step (the last one was covered in barnicles). Then she swam to the front of the dock, went down, and said it was shallow enough to stand, so I should be careful when I jump. I jumped from the dock into to the water, making sure my knees hit the bottom, not my bottom. We waited there for Rach to take our picture, then our journey began. We started off at a fast pace, and realized it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I still stayed close to Tay, just so I wouldn't have to go down alone in case a shark decided it was hungry. We reached the other dock, and pulled this move like a porpus would, to touch the dock. Tay and I were out of breath so we stayed by the dock for a while. The lady that owned it saw us swimming toward her house and came outside to watch. When we got over there, she came to the edge of her dock and started talking with us, and probably slipped in there that she wanted us to come back later for tea, but I could just be making that up. We recooped and set off again on the journey back. It was a lot harder than the swim there, because we were quite exhausted. When we reached Rach's dock, we were dubbed Heroes of the Week. What an honor. As we were getting out of the water, I realized that I had deep cuts all along my right leg. It turns out when my legs hit the bottom when I jumped in, they scraped against the barnicles. Do I smell pancakes?