In Which My Life Briefly Becomes a Beer Commercial
This moment needs to be recorded somewhere, and so I turn to my oft forsaken LJ space. There are some things that Facebook is simply not equipped to handle, and good stories is one of them. Pictures from this event may be going up there though because it IS quite adept at photogenic memories. Facebook -- When you only have a maximum of five seconds to devote to any given friend's online presence on any given day!
Anyways, story time kiddos. I've been in Myrtle Beach for a few days now. Long story short, my mom has a good friend who owns 1/4 of a top floor condo in North Myrtle Beach. She gets three weeks out of every quarter, but naturally does not use the condo 12 weeks a year so she lends it to family and friends. My mom ended up being one of those friends this year and she invited me - nay, encouraged me - to come so that we could experience the endangered "Family Vacation". So far, so good. It's about like you would expect with a healthy dose of nostalgia tossed in. Some things never change.
One thing that is interesting about Myrtle Beach, at least so far, is that the ocean here is about as mellow as you can get. Seriously, I've seen wakes in lakes bigger than these waves. I'm not sure if that is the weather or the type of shoreline or what. My brother and I were just kind of wading around getting gently tapped by waves that barely splashed us in the face. For once in a long time, my sole purpose is simply to be hanging out at the beach. There's no graduate guilt as I am doing grading as it comes remotely with my laptop (but that is all done until Friday), there is nowhere to be except the beach, and there is no parking hour limit to worry about. There are also only dinky waves.
"Man, this is a mellow ocean," says I.
"Yeah," says the brother. Whoop, there went nipple high coolish wave. Yikes. We're getting exciting now.
"This sucks."
"Yup."
"And hey, some bastard even littered in the ocean," says I as I notice a beer can drifting up out of the depths and towards us.
"Bastards," says the bro as he fishes it out, and then, "WAIT! This can is UNOPENED!"
"WHAT?!" I say, as he tosses the can to me, "WHOA!"
"The ocean has dispensed unto you a chilled beer!"
Not being one to spit in the face of Mother Nature's generosity, I then proceeded to pop the top and turn that can of beer up. I wiped some of the foam from my mouth and passed off to the bro, who promptly turned it up himself. Cool music started playing in the background, some hot women rose up from the water to hang off our arms, and such did our day at the beach suddenly become a beer commercial*. ROCK!
Between the two of us, we finished off the beer which had a bit of an aftertaste of salty brine. From that point on the waves were better and the day brighter. Okay, so the beer was a Bud Light. I did comment that it is wrong to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I won't, but I sure hope that the NEXT beer is a Yuengling. All in all, it turned out to be a great day at the beach. Hell, I was out there a good 5-6 hours total and I didn't even get burned. Huzzah!
>>Spazz out
*Okay, so I may be exaggerating a bit about the music and the babes, but isn't it more fun to remember it with a BIT more glamor? The waves really DID get a bit better though.
Anyways, story time kiddos. I've been in Myrtle Beach for a few days now. Long story short, my mom has a good friend who owns 1/4 of a top floor condo in North Myrtle Beach. She gets three weeks out of every quarter, but naturally does not use the condo 12 weeks a year so she lends it to family and friends. My mom ended up being one of those friends this year and she invited me - nay, encouraged me - to come so that we could experience the endangered "Family Vacation". So far, so good. It's about like you would expect with a healthy dose of nostalgia tossed in. Some things never change.
One thing that is interesting about Myrtle Beach, at least so far, is that the ocean here is about as mellow as you can get. Seriously, I've seen wakes in lakes bigger than these waves. I'm not sure if that is the weather or the type of shoreline or what. My brother and I were just kind of wading around getting gently tapped by waves that barely splashed us in the face. For once in a long time, my sole purpose is simply to be hanging out at the beach. There's no graduate guilt as I am doing grading as it comes remotely with my laptop (but that is all done until Friday), there is nowhere to be except the beach, and there is no parking hour limit to worry about. There are also only dinky waves.
"Man, this is a mellow ocean," says I.
"Yeah," says the brother. Whoop, there went nipple high coolish wave. Yikes. We're getting exciting now.
"This sucks."
"Yup."
"And hey, some bastard even littered in the ocean," says I as I notice a beer can drifting up out of the depths and towards us.
"Bastards," says the bro as he fishes it out, and then, "WAIT! This can is UNOPENED!"
"WHAT?!" I say, as he tosses the can to me, "WHOA!"
"The ocean has dispensed unto you a chilled beer!"
Not being one to spit in the face of Mother Nature's generosity, I then proceeded to pop the top and turn that can of beer up. I wiped some of the foam from my mouth and passed off to the bro, who promptly turned it up himself. Cool music started playing in the background, some hot women rose up from the water to hang off our arms, and such did our day at the beach suddenly become a beer commercial*. ROCK!
Between the two of us, we finished off the beer which had a bit of an aftertaste of salty brine. From that point on the waves were better and the day brighter. Okay, so the beer was a Bud Light. I did comment that it is wrong to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I won't, but I sure hope that the NEXT beer is a Yuengling. All in all, it turned out to be a great day at the beach. Hell, I was out there a good 5-6 hours total and I didn't even get burned. Huzzah!
>>Spazz out
*Okay, so I may be exaggerating a bit about the music and the babes, but isn't it more fun to remember it with a BIT more glamor? The waves really DID get a bit better though.