Another Red Cup Evening

I got an email from a long time friend last week.  He had read my anniversary post.  That evening he emailed me a few Orange County anecdotes he knew would make me smile.  Then he added the comment, “You need to go to the beach.”  The next day my friend, Nike, sent me an email saying, “Beach?  Friday?”  There is a certain comfort in knowing people exist who understand me that well.  Absolutely nothing soothes me, rejuvenates my spirit, and restores my soul like a few hours by the ocean.


On Friday evening we arrived at the beach around 5:30 p.m.  It is my absolute favorite time of the day during the summer. 


Cliff


The very first thing that happened, of course, was Nike pulled out her cooler.


Cooler


Do you see Nike’s water bottle?  It’s not filled with water!  Shhh … don’t tell the lifeguards!  I’m quite sure we are fooling them when we squirt “water” into our infamous red cups, add ice, a little tonic water, and then start squeezing in limes.  I think, actually, the lifeguards don’t really care what we do.  Just as long as we don’t pass out on the beach.  I am not a great drinker.  If I have two drinks I’m dancing all over the place.  Three drinks and I’m sound asleep. 


Have I ever passed out on the beach?  Well, yes, I admit I have.  It was back in my early days of high school so it doesn’t count.  My brother’s best friend thought he’d try to get lucky by getting me drunk.  He took me to the beach and brought along a huge bottle of rum to pour into a few cans of coke.  I thought we were just out for a fun adventure.  Yes, I was that naive. 


Little did he know, I’d pass out on him instead.  Oh, I also puked all over the inside of his jeep on the way home.  On top of that, he had to deal with my infuriated brother who understood way better than I did what his friend’s intentions had been.  It’s not a pretty memory.  Their “lifelong” friendship was over.  The poor guy lost his best friend, had to clean puke out of his car, had a horrible hangover himself, and never even got a kiss out of me.  Yeah, those were the good ol’ days …. 


In California, the trains run right along the coast.  On some beaches, the train is practically on the beach.  This was the case with our beach choice on Friday. 


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The rocks you see separate the train tracks from the sand on the beach.


Train2


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I know it is rude to laugh at tourists, but honestly, you can spot them a mile away.  There was a bald man on the beach when we arrived.  He was lobster red everywhere, including his shiny bald head.  I can’t even imagine how many hours he spent out on the beach that day “tanning”, but I know he was destined for a lot of sunburn pain that night.  I wanted to take his picture, but Nike said that it would be obvious, and it would be rude.  (I know, I know, it is so unlike me to be obvious and rude, isn’t it?) 


A few minutes later, the train came roaring by and startled Lobster Man.  He freaked out.  He heard the rumbling and got up and ran towards the ocean to escape.  A big, bald, bright red, man running away from a train.  I thought I was going to pee, I laughed so hard.  Did he think the train was going to jump the tracks and chase him?


I tried to find a Hot Guy at the Beach to photograph for all my readers who have been requesting one.  I honestly couldn’t find one.  I decided, as a result, I’d take a picture titled Not A Hot Guy At The Beach.  Here he is.


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I really got a kick out of his toupee.  He decided to model and give Nike and I a better angle at him too.  I wanted you to share in the joy.


NotHot1


Nike and I went for a long walk on the beach.  It has become a tradition for us.  We walk, and walk, and we pour our hearts out to each other.  Then we return in time for a picnic dinner as the sun begins to set.  


On this occasion, Nike and her husband returned to our house with us after dark.  PR greeted us and challenged the adults to Wii sports competitions.  We opened a bottle of wine and laughed until we cried over the Wii games.  PR kicked our collective butts. 


As I climbed into bed that night I realized how badly I had needed an evening like the one I just had.  As I closed my eyes I could still picture, exactly, what the sun had looked like as it set.


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I am happy to inform you that I will be hosting another contest sometime in the next 10 days!  I’m trying to finalize details, but it should be even more fun than the last one.  Keep checking back for details!


 


27 Responses to “Another Red Cup Evening”

  1. Ry

    The funny thing is this post made me want to take a train along the beach. Then I realized I should be dreaming about being ON the beach. Clearly I haven’t had enough coffee yet.

  2. Ry

    The funny thing is this post made me want to take a train along the beach. Then I realized I should be dreaming about being ON the beach. Clearly I haven’t had enough coffee yet.

  3. Ry

    The funny thing is this post made me want to take a train along the beach. Then I realized I should be dreaming about being ON the beach. Clearly I haven’t had enough coffee yet.

  4. Judi

    I used to take that train home to San Diego when I was in college in LA, and I always tried to time it so I could see the sunset along the beach through my window.
    It’s amazing to me how few times I have been to the beach in the nearly 20 years I have lived in Orange County. Somehow it just seems like too much hassle to find parking, etc., but your posts make me want to go more often.

  5. Judi

    I used to take that train home to San Diego when I was in college in LA, and I always tried to time it so I could see the sunset along the beach through my window.
    It’s amazing to me how few times I have been to the beach in the nearly 20 years I have lived in Orange County. Somehow it just seems like too much hassle to find parking, etc., but your posts make me want to go more often.

  6. Judi

    I used to take that train home to San Diego when I was in college in LA, and I always tried to time it so I could see the sunset along the beach through my window.
    It’s amazing to me how few times I have been to the beach in the nearly 20 years I have lived in Orange County. Somehow it just seems like too much hassle to find parking, etc., but your posts make me want to go more often.

  7. Bev

    Wow! What a beautiful sunset you got to view! I love the beach SO much, but living in the middle of the country, I rarely get to experience what you did on Friday. You lucky girl, you!!
    I hope you have a GREAT week!!

  8. Bev

    Wow! What a beautiful sunset you got to view! I love the beach SO much, but living in the middle of the country, I rarely get to experience what you did on Friday. You lucky girl, you!!
    I hope you have a GREAT week!!

  9. Bev

    Wow! What a beautiful sunset you got to view! I love the beach SO much, but living in the middle of the country, I rarely get to experience what you did on Friday. You lucky girl, you!!
    I hope you have a GREAT week!!

  10. dadshouse

    I love the beach. I live in the Bay Area, and Santa Cruz is supposedly nearby. Ha. We never go there. The windy drive over the hill is terrible, then there’s parking to deal with.
    Much nicer to drive 3 hours to my parents’ house in SLO, spend an entire weekend at Avila beach, with my mom cooking dinners and my dad brewing coffee in the morning. Mmmmm. Perfect!
    Your brother rocks, btw, for kicking his friend’s ass in high school for trying to take advantage of you. I have a 16 year old daughter, so this hit home.

  11. dadshouse

    I love the beach. I live in the Bay Area, and Santa Cruz is supposedly nearby. Ha. We never go there. The windy drive over the hill is terrible, then there’s parking to deal with.
    Much nicer to drive 3 hours to my parents’ house in SLO, spend an entire weekend at Avila beach, with my mom cooking dinners and my dad brewing coffee in the morning. Mmmmm. Perfect!
    Your brother rocks, btw, for kicking his friend’s ass in high school for trying to take advantage of you. I have a 16 year old daughter, so this hit home.

  12. dadshouse

    I love the beach. I live in the Bay Area, and Santa Cruz is supposedly nearby. Ha. We never go there. The windy drive over the hill is terrible, then there’s parking to deal with.
    Much nicer to drive 3 hours to my parents’ house in SLO, spend an entire weekend at Avila beach, with my mom cooking dinners and my dad brewing coffee in the morning. Mmmmm. Perfect!
    Your brother rocks, btw, for kicking his friend’s ass in high school for trying to take advantage of you. I have a 16 year old daughter, so this hit home.

  13. alntv

    Love the rum story!
    So niave. LOL
    And little does that guy know he is now a feature on your blog!
    Love the pics…as usual!

  14. alntv

    Love the rum story!
    So niave. LOL
    And little does that guy know he is now a feature on your blog!
    Love the pics…as usual!

  15. alntv

    Love the rum story!
    So niave. LOL
    And little does that guy know he is now a feature on your blog!
    Love the pics…as usual!

  16. Lynn Korff

    Another beautiful sunset. I want to live where you live.
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  17. Lynn Korff

    Another beautiful sunset. I want to live where you live.
    * I’m having a CONTEST! Have you entered yet? *

  18. Lynn Korff

    Another beautiful sunset. I want to live where you live.
    * I’m having a CONTEST! Have you entered yet? *

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