Sunday At The Beach

Once again it's that time of the yr when it's holiday time or what Americans call vacations. The city is slowly getting relief from all the pollution of the cars and the blaring noise of impatient drivers. It's actually the only time i like living in the city. Even with the scorching pavements that the hot temperatures bring, it's still better than the noise and crowds of people that are yelling or irritated with each other. Last Sunday we tried going to the beach. What were we thinking. It's Sunday, 11:30 and we tried the beach's to the east. We must of been out of our minds at the time, and if we weren't when we started we were by the time we came home.

Yesterday we started out for the beach at 9:00, and even that was late. But at least got a chance to find some parking. We had been to this beach last yr. It's not to bad, not the cleanest but what can u expect with all these people swimming and no bathrooms. Again this yr I'm not going to even try fitting my ass in a swim suit. So i went with shorts and a top. Now we come down the steps to the sea and one look made me whine as i knew i was going to have nightmares for at least a week. The beach was filled with men over 60's with hairy beer bellies wearing speedos. I look over at my husband and roll my eyes and start whining how I'm never going to be able to close my eyes and not picture this. He's laughing as we go down the stairs. I'm so grateful my husband doesn't wear speedos...but of course that thought maybe me burst out laughing as i seen (yes u guessed it) baby Huey in speedos playing with his under water flashlight. (If u don't get the baby Huey, u really need to read Shopping in Athens, it explains everything.)

Well after getting all settled in. I'm under the umbrella while my husband the little boy inside of him is playing in the water with his mask. I start to people watch. I get to thinking what makes a sixty something hairy man think he looks good in speedos? Lets be real here, speedos don't leave much to the imagination. But, put them on an older man, who's belly is almost covering the bottom, and u start to think, i guess u do need to use your imagination. Than add getting out of the water and there gone. No wait, my mistake, i think i seen a few sitting next to the wife on the blanket, who is giving them a squeeze every time the mans eyes wonder over to see the young girl in the string bikini. But that leaves us to the women who are older who have rolls upon rolls wearing a bikini. I believe in covering the rolls. Please put on a one piece, and u wonder why there are roaming eyes sitting next to u.

After a while i decided to settle into reading. Just as i do that three out of the five people sitting around me light up a cigarette. I'm soooo lucky!!! I wish they had a law about smoking on the beach's, not that anybody would actually follow it. But, u might get a few. Later on my husband comes back from swimming and starts nagging me to put on sun tan lotion. We still had some from last yr that we used. Of course he was wrinkling up his nose when he seen it was only 25 protection. We had argued about it last yr he wanted me to buy the highest at 150...well no it's not really that high, but it's at 56. Just short of that white lotion the surfer guys wear on there nose. I tried to talk some sense into him that i didn't need to be laying there cover in lotion that made me look like the Mitchem tire man, all white with rolls of fat. He finally agreed with the 25. Of course he never wants anything on him self. The macho man who does get burned the first couple times. After his shower last night he looked like a lobster he was so red. Anyways he empty half the bottle on me and went back to swim. In the mean time a little breeze kicked up and the dry seaweed was flying in the air, of course most of it stuck to me. Great!!! I'll never get any color now.

After my husband was done swimming the woman next to us was complaining about her arm. It was swelled up pretty big. She had got stung by a jellyfish...and u wonder why i don't go into the water...no way, nope, not going to happen. Specially this yr. We had heard on the news for some reason there is a lot more than normal jellyfish by the beach's this yr. Something to do with coming from Egypt and warm waters. Doesn't really matter what the reason I'm not stinking a toe in. For some reason everything that bites, stings, or chews seems to find me. I started laughing and ask my husband why he didn't bring his flashlight along? He could of been signing the jelly fish to stay away from the shore line. He didn't find me amusing.

We had stayed for about 4 hours and headed home before the sun got to hot. On the way home i had slapped my husbands hand a few times and told him not to worry i had his weapons in my purse, he didn't leave them at the beach. I must say over all it wasn't to bad of a day, and so far no nightmares but the image is still burned on the inside of my eye lids.