Beach Day

Everybody enjoys the beach for one reason or another. Kids like to splash in the water and build sand castles. Teenagers and young adults like to sit and tan and play volley ball or soccer with their friends, maybe even surf. Older adults, these days, seem to be like the teens or at least try. Elderly people like to read (Yes I've seen old people reading on the beach.). Whatever the case may be, we all love the beach.

I went to the beach yesterday with my best friend. And for you readers who don't know us, we are what you call "crazy", but in a fun way. Back to the beach. We walked on the boardwalk until we found our spot over in the sand. The sand was terribly hot, making it an uncomfortable, power walk. We set out the chairs and she decided it was the perfect time to go to the bathroom, which was about ten streets away. Walking to the bathroom gave us plenty of time to talk about the future. We studied the different people that passed by. There was the perfectly fit women, who was in her 5o's, with very tan skin. Then there was the guy with a saggy six-pack. As we're walking, Brittany, my friend, noticed a butt-load of seagulls, which wasn't nice for her since she's terrified of birds. They were flying in a big circle by the balconies of a hotel. It seemed that a guy was sitting on his balcony feeding the seagulls! We finally get to the bathroom and Brittany does what one does in the bathroom.

The walk back to our spot on the beach was nice. Brittany pointed out big butts and an old woman in heels. I was talking about human rights campaign shirts, when out of nowhere this guy walks by me, no more than a few inches away, and coughs like a smoker, scaring me half to death. Brittany and I laugh about it and wondered why he did that when he had all the whole boardwalk. Was it because I was talking about the Human Rights Campaign (http://hrc.com) clothing? I guess we'll never know.

We finally get back to our spot and I wanted to go in the water, so we did. We inched our way in, slowly getting used to the very cold water, which felt good on our scorched feet. The lifeguard was constantly blowing his whistle, signaling to people, telling them to come closer to shore. I told Brittany "If he doesn't stop with that whistle, I'm gonna shove it up his nose!". We stayed in water for about 30 minutes, again studying all the different people and sometimes laughing. There were the really hairy men, the guy who definitely has an accent, and the really cute babies.

By the time we decided to get out we were soaked in dirty Atlantic Ocean water. We rushed to our spot, trying to keep our time in the sand at a minimum. I sit in my chair and put a towel over me, I've tanned enough, and relax with my leopard print sunglasses on. Brittany lays out a towel and begins to tan. It's a relaxing 45 minutes, until these two guys walked by. They were both wearing nothing but skin-tight short shorts. It was the funniest thing ever and I couldn't help but laugh. Brittany started laughing, too. Another couple minutes went by after they were out of sight. That didn't last too long, they walked by again. We laughed again. We agreed it was time to get back in the water.

This time we decided to just put our feet in. I saw what I believed was a jellyfish, but Brittany insisted that it wasn't. A guy takes his boogie board and puts it over the questionable object, as if he wanted to show us what if was, so the water wouldn't carry it back out to sea. When he lifts up the board and it was identified as a jellyfish, like I said when I first saw it. After seeing that, I become paranoid about getting stung by a jellyfish. A few minutes later, another jellyfish washes up on shore and this time it's by a few little kids. A little boy, about 4 years old, went over to it and PICKED IT UP. I nearly had a heart attack. The boy was okay. Brittany tells me "It's okay the jellyfish has no tes-tentacles!" and laughs. A few feet away from us stands a young couple taking pictures. Brittany thought it'd be funny if she got in the background and "photo-bombed the pictures". And that's exactly what she did. In the first picture, she picked her nose. The couple looks at the picture and goes to take another. In the second picture, she made some weird face. The couple looks at the picture and goes to take another. This went on for a few more pictures. You could tell they noticed Brittany was in the background, because every time the went to take another picture they put their heads closer together in hopes of blocking her out of the pictures. In the last attempt to take a nice picture, Brittany does a funny pose, maybe the worst photo-bomb out of all of the. She looked at me and we both knew it was time to run.

Going back to our spot was painful. We turned our chairs around and watched a soccer game. One guy was wearing SOCKS! BLACK SOCKS to be exact. As we watched on of the guys in the skin-tight short shorts came and sat down right in the center of my point of view. I tried really hard not to laugh, but failed. Shortly after that, we headed back to the car and went home.

That's a typical day at the beach for me.