Ron and I finally made it to the beach this past Sunday. It was a great day, 'cept for all of the annoying people of course. It's been a hot week and that sent most of the huge population of Los Angeles to the coast. I wonder what the hoards must have looked like from the sky as they moved in and darkened the edges, peppering the water. We tried to make it an early day, arriving at about 10:30 a.m. It's best to get there as early as possible before every ounce of parking is sucked up. Get there at noon and you're screwed. Next week we plan on getting there by 9 a.m. so as to be out of there by the time the place is overrun.
It was good to get out and exercise tolerance for my fellow human beings. I didn't do toooo bad, but could have done better. I could have saved the loud remarks about all the yuppie clone families pushing huge strollers. Strollers. Strollers, everywhere strollers. And screeching contributions. Then there were the loud teenagers, including the ones shouting to each other over our table while we were trying to have breakfast. I know, eating at a bar and grill at the BEACH, we've gotta expect the entitled local asshole teenagers to be all over the place. This group had to split up because they were too big for the tables. So one group sat at the table to the right of us, one group to the left of us. It would have been okay if they had sorted their shit before they sat down. But no... They had to bellow across our table.
I'd had enough after a couple of exchanges and yelled, "Do you HAVE to shout over our HEADS?! FUuuuck!"
Nothing but blank stares. No 'sorry', no nothing. At least they shut up...for a little while. They were drinking, and like I said, it's way too much to expect at a BAR.
Oh yes, and to the other side of us? A father with three chillun. They were quiet for the most part. I can block out their loud little voices if they're not saying something obnoxious like, "EEEEewwww, I don' LYKE EHGGZ! Youuu ead it! I don' WUH-NUH ead dit!" That was actually last week...
I couldn't help but notice the one little girl, she looked about four, tear open some sugar packets and start to gingerly sprinkle them all over the floor around her chair. It only took dad about two packets to notice and then quietly tell her to stop... To which she responded by tearing open another packet *behind her back* and sprinkling as much as she could back there. I don't think dad noticed at all that time. I had to turn back to Ron before I went over there myself and did what my mom would have done to me. Deliberate disobedience like that made my mom furious. She'd have yanked my arms out and grabbed those sugar packets, then while giving me a good stinging pinch under the chin she'd hiss at my face through clenched teeth, "You stop that RIGHT NOW, you hear me? Don't you DARE disobey me again!"
Ah, but who in the hell wants to get caught disciplining their children these days? It's so...so...uncool. They have to pretend that it doesn't bother them. I guess I have to do that as well. Ron really hates it when I get all bitchy about the kids. Gawd, I'm only 32 and young people are pissing me off so much. If I continue this way, I'll end up isolating myself. That's not good at all. I'm already feeling very lonely, though I'm surrounded by thousands of people. It's called 'crazy' when that starts to happen.
So yea... Uhm... The beach. Yes, the beach was nice because the weather was gorgeous. It was the perfect summer day. We found a spot a little further behind the growing crowd at the water line and laid out our old towels. It wasn't long before we needed to visit the water and we couldn't believe how warm it was. "Warm" in California means it's over 60 degrees. If it hits 69-70 it's like bathwate, that usually doesn't occur until late August. But we were happy not to have to endure the numb feet and legs while trying our best to get used to it. I don't do well with the freezing water anymore and would much rather just skip the swim if it means I won't have a heart attack when a wave crashes over my shoulders.
Sunday was great though... Ron did some boogie boarding while I swam out past the waves to do a few laps back and forth. Then we laid out some before heading back into the water for refreshment. I'm surprised Ron didn't mow down a few kids while he was boarding, I saw a few close calls. I watched one kid ducked under the waves just as Ron zoomed overhead with this look of sheer joy on his face. It was cute. I'm glad I didn't board though, I probably would have shaved some heads and backs.
We'd had enough by about 3:30 and gathered ourselves to go. On the ride home we discovered that during all the people watching, swimming and laying out, we hadn't reapplied the sunblock enough. We're now sporting the blotchy, uneven burned look of stupid tourists. Yes, I was sure to have Ron spray it on my many scary back moles, but didn't get my legs enough. I also didn't get my stomach or the cavernous gap between my boobs. I've even got spray marks, it's beautiful. I guess I'll have to work on evening things out next time. I've also made an appointment at the dermatologist so that I can get those dark back moles taken care of, I'm starting to worry.
Trying to sleep that night with krispy legs was fun. I kept waking myself up every time I moved. The aloe gel was soothing to put on at first, but the discomfort would come when it dried, leaving the skin tight and sticky. Yea, pulling my legs apart when they stuck together was like having my skin peeled off. I'm so thankful for the air conditioning, which we had to leave on that night or we'd have burst into flames. Ahhh...sunburn...brings me back. I can't do this to myself anymore though, it's really not worth it. Not to mention how rediculous it looks.
Next week we're going to make a point to go out again. Maybe I can keep my nasty comments to myself and quit complaining. It's pointless and just makes me all the more miserable. Just let it go of the anger and ignore it. Until next time I let go of the dental floss leash that holds my emotions in "check".
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