And it started off so inauspiciously...
I went to the beach today with Erick and Pam. It was Erick's only day off, as he mentioned several times. He works two part time jobs and goes to school, so I guess his only day off is important to him.
Anyway, we went down to Hermosa Beach, and had a lovely day. An absolutely lovely day. I really had forgotten how nice it could be to just go to the beach. And to make it even better, Pam made us all sandwiches. Like, gormet sandwiches. They were wonderful. And we talked. And we laughed. And we lay there in the sun. And in the chill. And in the cold. Because it became overcast on the drive down to the beach, cleared up briefly, and then got a little overcast again. I think we ended with clear skies, but it's the west coast: the water's always cold, and the breeze is always chilly. The pacific coasters know nothing of the glory and majesty that is the Atlantic Ocean, but I digress. I really had a good time hanging out with them. Before we left for dinner, we decide to get up from our lazing about and dip our toesies in the water. This led to a whole assortment of silly pictures, some of which I may post when Erick sends them to me. So we stroll back over to our blanket to see a BRIGADE of seagulls flying away. Now, what I didn't mention to you before is, we had chips with our tasty sandwiches. And there were birds hanging around anyway, but the very second we opened the chip bag, birds starting to flock in close, like they recognized the sound of an opening bag of chips. We of course refused to feed them, and had to shoo them a couple of times to make them keep their distance. So we come back from the water and discover the birds were only waiting us out. They attacked a practically full bag of chips, a bag of chips that was TIED in a plastic bag, and devoured it. And I mean devoured. Not a SINGLE chip crumb was left. Not one. And the bag was completely empty. These little bastards got into the plastic bag, ripped open the chip bag, and ate EVERYTHING. Thank goodness they couldn't get into the cooler, but imagine our sheer shock at seeing that the birds had one after all.
And, just to spite me, a bird shat on my flip flop. As if to say, I ate your food AND I crapped on your shoe. Whatchu gonna do? To which I replied, I'll get you next time. Bitches.
But the seagull incident aside, I had a really nice day today. I just thought it bore mentioning.
Anyway, we went down to Hermosa Beach, and had a lovely day. An absolutely lovely day. I really had forgotten how nice it could be to just go to the beach. And to make it even better, Pam made us all sandwiches. Like, gormet sandwiches. They were wonderful. And we talked. And we laughed. And we lay there in the sun. And in the chill. And in the cold. Because it became overcast on the drive down to the beach, cleared up briefly, and then got a little overcast again. I think we ended with clear skies, but it's the west coast: the water's always cold, and the breeze is always chilly. The pacific coasters know nothing of the glory and majesty that is the Atlantic Ocean, but I digress. I really had a good time hanging out with them. Before we left for dinner, we decide to get up from our lazing about and dip our toesies in the water. This led to a whole assortment of silly pictures, some of which I may post when Erick sends them to me. So we stroll back over to our blanket to see a BRIGADE of seagulls flying away. Now, what I didn't mention to you before is, we had chips with our tasty sandwiches. And there were birds hanging around anyway, but the very second we opened the chip bag, birds starting to flock in close, like they recognized the sound of an opening bag of chips. We of course refused to feed them, and had to shoo them a couple of times to make them keep their distance. So we come back from the water and discover the birds were only waiting us out. They attacked a practically full bag of chips, a bag of chips that was TIED in a plastic bag, and devoured it. And I mean devoured. Not a SINGLE chip crumb was left. Not one. And the bag was completely empty. These little bastards got into the plastic bag, ripped open the chip bag, and ate EVERYTHING. Thank goodness they couldn't get into the cooler, but imagine our sheer shock at seeing that the birds had one after all.
And, just to spite me, a bird shat on my flip flop. As if to say, I ate your food AND I crapped on your shoe. Whatchu gonna do? To which I replied, I'll get you next time. Bitches.
But the seagull incident aside, I had a really nice day today. I just thought it bore mentioning.