I'm Turning Red
There was a beach crew gathering today. Why I didn't realize it was spring break in Cocoa, and that there would be an unlimited supply of dude-bro-party-bruisers, bleached-blonde-big-breasted-bimbos, and old leather-skined-creepers, I have no idea. I just got back from a round one spring break trip to Virginia, and should have known that the Florida break would be in full swing.
It's nice to go to the beach and have at least 20' of free space around you and your spread. This was not the case today. We were in close quarters with a rather large group of close knit bilingual friends, and a solo "beach-fly" (same as bar-fly, but at a beach). He felt the need to point out every strange character, every speedoed male and every wobbly drunken female. Thankfully not to us, but to the occasional visitor that sat in a chair next to him.
It's the first time I've been to the beach without at least getting my ankles soaked in the salt water. We sat pretty far back, and I could only raise my neck and assume by the faint sound of waves crashing under the horrible house band, that we were indeed by the sea.
I ain't complain' though. I had a good time with friends, just laying there, hat on face, refusing to coat any part of my body but my feet with the SPF. That's where the regret seeps in today. I am now a nice shade of red on my upper body. I feel as though you could cook an egg on my stomach, and let the grease slide down into my belly button. My shoulder skin is so tight, you could bounce a quarter off it! I guess I'll be okay. The good part is that it'll only be a matter of days before I can start peeling. I'll have something to do while watching TV...
The smell of beach is still in my beard, and I'm a fan.
Also, I ate my first entire meal with chopsticks tonight. We we wondering why they're such a good idea, even after the invention of the fork. Why is it "unacceptable" to eat asian food with anything other than bamboo twigs? I was brought a knife and fork for my chicken, only because our waitress could tell that I looked at my chopsticks like they were empty pencils. I said it tonight, and I'll say it again. "Listen Asia, I really appreciate the invention of gun powder, but we've perfected eating utensils. We don't need chopsticks any more".
It's nice to go to the beach and have at least 20' of free space around you and your spread. This was not the case today. We were in close quarters with a rather large group of close knit bilingual friends, and a solo "beach-fly" (same as bar-fly, but at a beach). He felt the need to point out every strange character, every speedoed male and every wobbly drunken female. Thankfully not to us, but to the occasional visitor that sat in a chair next to him.
It's the first time I've been to the beach without at least getting my ankles soaked in the salt water. We sat pretty far back, and I could only raise my neck and assume by the faint sound of waves crashing under the horrible house band, that we were indeed by the sea.
I ain't complain' though. I had a good time with friends, just laying there, hat on face, refusing to coat any part of my body but my feet with the SPF. That's where the regret seeps in today. I am now a nice shade of red on my upper body. I feel as though you could cook an egg on my stomach, and let the grease slide down into my belly button. My shoulder skin is so tight, you could bounce a quarter off it! I guess I'll be okay. The good part is that it'll only be a matter of days before I can start peeling. I'll have something to do while watching TV...
The smell of beach is still in my beard, and I'm a fan.
Also, I ate my first entire meal with chopsticks tonight. We we wondering why they're such a good idea, even after the invention of the fork. Why is it "unacceptable" to eat asian food with anything other than bamboo twigs? I was brought a knife and fork for my chicken, only because our waitress could tell that I looked at my chopsticks like they were empty pencils. I said it tonight, and I'll say it again. "Listen Asia, I really appreciate the invention of gun powder, but we've perfected eating utensils. We don't need chopsticks any more".