Bikini shopping SUCKS...and so do ugly bratty kids at fireworks shows

Hi. I hate shopping. I hate grocery shopping, shoe shopping, clothes shopping, tire shopping and any other kind of shopping that is frequently required and involves certain amounts of bargain hunting. I'm terrible at bargain shopping...if it's taking too long to find a particular item, I'm guarateed to pick up the most expensive option. I just don't have the patience for it.



Sunday we went to the beach. We wanted to ring in the summer with a nice boogie board/swim in the ocean session. I'm putting on my old standby blue and brown floral bikini. I'm tired of it and had purchased a new one in Cancun, however I lost the bottom of that lovely set at the stupid laudromat. So it's the standby or the hideous old-lady one piece. I'm not ready for that yet. Ron says, "How 'bout we buy you a new bikini?" OH-KAY HUNN-EEE!! Little did I know the frustration to come...



Sports Chalet, Mervyns, JCPenny and three trendy (two of them by the gloomy beach) shops later, I end up with a way too expensive and too small bikini. What the hell is wrong with me?! Anyway, I'm gonna make the best of it. It was the last plain, black bikini they had. The only one I really liked all day. I was looking for something plain and simple in a solid blue, red or black that would stay on while swimming in the ocean. I swear, do these buyers get all of their stock from the same damn manufacturer?! It seemed like I had all the same choices at all of those places! I even saw the exact same design...this horrible white and brown thing with little brown hearts all over it. BROWN HEARTS? EEW! Then there were the ones that looked like a fiesta threw up on them...all these horrible colors mixed together...yellow, brown, red, blue, green, turquiose in designs that made my eyes cross. And if I DID manage to find something in a solid color, it would have all these stupid damn bows, rings, ruffles and shit all over it. I couldn't even figure out how to get one of the stringy messes off the hanger! I ain't no waif, so string bikini's do not work for me at all. I like to cover my butt cheeks. I found the one I ended up buying at a shop near home. They were having a "sale" so I was able to get an alternative bottom. The top works fine and is plain black so I'm thinking of going back for a nice pair of black and/or red board shorts. And that's IT for bikini shopping. YUCK.



The beach was gross. Holiday weekends at the beach are complete shit. Not only was it crowded as hell, it was also cold and gloomy. One of those days where it's lovely and just a little hazy inland, but once you're three blocks from the beach the thick marine layer rolls in. As I mentioned in the river entry, now that I'm older, it takes a bit more to get used to freezing ass water. So freezing ass water and gloomy ass day means my ass ain't touchin' the water. Damnit. I really miss swimming again. *sigh* Maybe next week.



So that was my Sunday. The rest of the weekend was a little cleaning and a lot of lazy. Friday's public fire works show was okay. The downside was having to show up two hours before the show and sit through the boring bands and patriotic crap. I swear, all those people throwing flags around and shit...I know it takes a lot of effort and all but...all the routines started to look exactly the same after a while. Then there was the little butterball kid, his ugly sister and their whale of a crappy mom sitting next to us.



Little Pig - "NOoOooOooo...MOOMMYYY...NOOOooOOo!"

Little Miss Pig - "NOOoOooo!!! I wannn' it!"

Little Pig and Miss Pig in unsion - "WHAAAHHHHH!" (I swear, they were crying in a painful harmony)

Mommy Pig - "Be quiet or we're going home!"



Yea right. Nothing says discipline like empty threats. I hoped for the best, but they didn't move. So it was Mommy Pig, Grandma Pig and the nasty piglets, who squirmed and bitched and kicked and whined throughout the entire pre-show. I wanted to eviscerate that ugly little shit. When it was almost time to start the damn fireworks show we came to see, there was a sudden influx of parents and kids into our section. I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Ron so we could head over to the next section they'd decided to open up 10 minutes before the fireworks. We had to leave his poor mom and grandpa to deal with the piggy family.



The show, when it FINALLY came on, was interesting. I always find it fun, and kinda scarey, when we're right in front of a fireworks show. I fear the things are gonna explode prematurely...like they'll get halfway up to where they're supposed to explode...say 500 ft instead of 1000 and BOOOM! There you go. Along with the rest of the crowd. Bloody bits all over the stands. MMmmm... Yea, the show was good but afterward...ugh... Ron's grandpa came with us, right? Well, we'd decided to take a cab to maybe make things a little easier with gramps being handicapped and all. Cab worked out all fine and good when we got there, he dropped us off right at the entrance. But getting out of that hellhole? Not so easy. They wouldn't let cabs in until the majority of the crowd cleared. That means we were either stranded or we had to walk grandpa pace all the way to where our cab was parked, 6 blocks away. Yea, see...we didn't know they wouldn't allow cabs in after the show. We found out that little useful tidbit AFTER the show...after grandpa had already tripped and skinned both his knees. A walk that should have taken 15 minutes tops, took us 50 minutes. Never. Again. And I hope Rons mom complained like she said she was gonna. What kind of public place doesn't provide for the handicapped? Not even the cops helped us out!



And that's it. My three day weekend. Now it's Tuesday again already. And the end of another entry. I gotta go. Bye bye.