We Went To The Beach!
Yesterday i received a text saying 'it's beautiful outside and i'm stuck inside working.' I responded by saying, 'quit your job and let's go to the beach.' That suggestion was quickly shot down as a result of needing the meager amounts provided by the said 'work' to survive. However, i kinda got stuck on the beach. The friend wrote back saying they got off at 6 and we could hang out. Hanging out wasn't going to be worth while if the whole time i was thinking, i could be at the beach. So after a number of reassurances that the idea was not too crazy and that if it was i was still crazy enough to do it we left for the beach. Not far from the beach we made a detour to a walmart where we obtained a boombox that would let us bring music to the beach. Most notable item from the walmart is that during the drive we had more or less developed a mantra of we'regoingtothebeach!. This was usually said with zeal like overjoyed children. Anyway, in walmart we were bounced between a couple registers because they couldn't scan our stuff right. We were joking about these issues and watching the clock which is pushing midnight and we're not even at the beach yet. This is both exciting and dreadful since this whole trip is in open rebellion of the work and other obligations we have to see to the next day. So in response to the mounting tension we look at each other and blurt we'regoingtothebeach!. Trying to feel included, the lonely cashier looks up and giggles asking, 'is that from family guy?' This reminds us that yes, the rest of the world can see and hear us so there is immediate sniggering and murmuring and much looking at the feet. Walmart is left and we eventually make it to the beach. We sprint into the water, realize it's freezing, take as much as we can, and run back to shore. We then set up the music and commence dancing. After a while the sweaters and jackets are shed and our bare, burning feet happily welcome the icey waters. A couple rounds of this and the dancing gradually grows uncoordinated and we begin to hurt each other so we take in the glowing half moon, roar of the waves, and random passers by one more time and head home. We hit a gas station on the way home where i threw shoes on in order to avoid contracting hep-c in the bathroom and it is at this point i'm reminded of just how not cool it is to wear rolled up jeans with brown shoes but no socks. This is also the place that i am reprimanded for spitting in front of what was apparently a lady(there was much debate on the authenticity of this supposition). We continue home. Not much further down the road we discover the issue of our damp clothes raising the humidity in the car as the water evaporates. With the windows so fogged that we literally can't see we are forced to pull over for a spell. this is a nice reprieve. We then jump back on the road and get home around the 5:30 in the a.m. region. Pass out and thus today began not long after.
wewenttothebeach!
wewenttothebeach!