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The trip to/from Jersey- kind of hellish, in a very low-key way, with a brief beach interlude in the middle. The beach- absolutely wonderful, but in no way relaxing. Which is definitely a good thing... I mean, who wants to go swimming in calm water where the waves aren't four feet taller than you are and will knock you out cold if you're not paying attention?
FINALLY was pressed into buying bikini bottoms. On the boardwalk, in fact, after going in for ten minutes in board shorts and a tank top. That turned out to be a dumb idea, so I took the plunge and bought some bottoms from a bunch of beautiful Russian people who called me Sweetie and looked very concerned for my health and possibly my sanity when I walked into their store, dripping wet, sandy, and with a sock on one hand like a mitten.
(The sock was there because I had gotten a spectacularly bad rope burn earlier in the morning while walking the dog. Dog 1 saw Dog 2 and took the fuck off, dragging a leash and twelve feet of thin rope through my hand before I could think. It was so bad that I got faint and queasy and my hand wouldn't stop shaking when Nana wrapped it for me. We decided to go to the beach anyway, and she put a sock over the bandages to keep the sand out.)
Swimming at the shore when it's rough is like really great sex. You get knocked over, your clothes get ripped off, it's wet, salty, and all parties involved end up with skinned knees. In between the really rough parts, there's nice pleasant swells to catch and just kind of ride, when the water kind of cradles you. It's thrilling, and you laugh and giggle just because you can. However, during sex Quinn never blows a whistle at me because I'm drifting too close to the end of the bed. Apparently life guards don't appreciate it when you get pushed in the direction of a giant pier.
Went home the next day. Chilled on SI for all of a half an hour, but Nana drove by my old house for me. I'm so glad I'm from the North Shore- I miss it so, so much. Then I took the ferry into the city and caught the subway to Port Authority, where I missed the bus by fifteen minutes. As a result, I caught the 6:35 and didn't get home until midnight.
That's about it, really. School starts tomorrow. Oh, and Dad acquired a Hammond Organ today. Mom is gonna be flippin pissed when she finds out that her china cabinet is being moved to accomodate it.
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FINALLY was pressed into buying bikini bottoms. On the boardwalk, in fact, after going in for ten minutes in board shorts and a tank top. That turned out to be a dumb idea, so I took the plunge and bought some bottoms from a bunch of beautiful Russian people who called me Sweetie and looked very concerned for my health and possibly my sanity when I walked into their store, dripping wet, sandy, and with a sock on one hand like a mitten.
(The sock was there because I had gotten a spectacularly bad rope burn earlier in the morning while walking the dog. Dog 1 saw Dog 2 and took the fuck off, dragging a leash and twelve feet of thin rope through my hand before I could think. It was so bad that I got faint and queasy and my hand wouldn't stop shaking when Nana wrapped it for me. We decided to go to the beach anyway, and she put a sock over the bandages to keep the sand out.)
Swimming at the shore when it's rough is like really great sex. You get knocked over, your clothes get ripped off, it's wet, salty, and all parties involved end up with skinned knees. In between the really rough parts, there's nice pleasant swells to catch and just kind of ride, when the water kind of cradles you. It's thrilling, and you laugh and giggle just because you can. However, during sex Quinn never blows a whistle at me because I'm drifting too close to the end of the bed. Apparently life guards don't appreciate it when you get pushed in the direction of a giant pier.
Went home the next day. Chilled on SI for all of a half an hour, but Nana drove by my old house for me. I'm so glad I'm from the North Shore- I miss it so, so much. Then I took the ferry into the city and caught the subway to Port Authority, where I missed the bus by fifteen minutes. As a result, I caught the 6:35 and didn't get home until midnight.
That's about it, really. School starts tomorrow. Oh, and Dad acquired a Hammond Organ today. Mom is gonna be flippin pissed when she finds out that her china cabinet is being moved to accomodate it.
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