Disclaimer: This blog post contains two photos which I have added text to in Photoshop. Photoshop is a program used by thousands of bloggers and despite recent blogging controversy I have chosen to use it anyway. If this means I am “copying” a famous blogger than I am asking forgiveness from my readers as well as from all famous bloggers. (Trust me, I am no threat!) For more on blogging controversies, please see other blogs because enough said, is enough said.
I hope everyone had a fun holiday weekend. Our plans ended up changing at the last minute. Briefcase and I had NO KIDS for the day. That’s never happened before. They all got invited to other celebrations so we took off for the beach with our longterm friends Nike, and her husband Tim. They’ve been friends for years and one of our favorite things to do is spend summer evenings at the beach with them.
Last year we were at Huntington Beach for the 4th. This year we headed south to San Clemente thinking it would be less crowded. (It wasn’t!) In Orange County the cities feel they need to help the tourists get a clue on how to behave at the beach.
This sign is to prevent tourists from getting run over by surfboards. In case they can’t actually see for themselves that they might get decapitated by swimming in certain areas. You would think that this is just common sense, but trust me it’s not. Every summer I see people roaming the beach without their heads after they try to swim in the surfing only areas.
Drinking alcohol is against the law on California beaches.
After we drank a couple Vodka Tonics a surfer guy was walking by and asked us if he could leave his sunglasses with us while he went into the ocean for awhile. Because he was very
hot personable we said “sure”.
Briefcase, who has light hair and blue eyes, thinks I have a fetish for men with dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes. I don’t know why he thinks that. Maybe because I asked Mark what his name was, gave him a Vodka Tonic, fed him crackers and cheese, and asked if I could take a picture of him to share with my readers? Nike is the one who insisted we go for “a walk” to look for Mark later in the afternoon. Can you say C-O-U-G-A-R, Nike? Also, what did Nike mean when she told me, “Can I take your picture for my blog?” is the biggest line of all time?
It was a fun and fantastic day at the beach. The evening was beautiful. Evening’s are my favorite time of the day at the beach. After awhile the sky looked like this:
Then a little while later it looked like this:
A short while later it looked like this:
Well, really it didn’t. It actually looked much prettier. I am a crappy nighttime photographer. Once the fireworks were done we sat on the beach for ages watching the waves and the stars. We were tempted to stay there all night. What a wonderful Fourth of July!