Beach Last Saturday, I

As fun as the volleyball game was, we did have a beach to set off for. We took the old standby, Line 131. While waiting for the bus to pull out of the stop, I saw this guy that always hangs out at the Comedie and plays some kind of recorder or clarinet or oboe or something. His shirt looks like a blind person made it.

I was able to get a better picture from behind, which is fortunate because his pants are definitely worth mention. You could lost in those things. And what is the deal with the bowling pins? That must have been part of his act I missed. If he could play the oboe and juggle at the same time, he should be moving on to bigger and better things than the Comedie.

What could possibly make the beach more fun? Drinking Bacardi like it’s my birthday, that’s what.

The bruise is looking less colorful and more angry.

Lordy, there were a ton of women sunbathing today. This woman wasn’t topless but a good many were. It looks like she oiled up her legs.

Lindsay, Sam, and Boogie Board Boy on the artificial rock lines that break up the waves so they don’t erode the artificial beach.

Hee, notice the fish? I assume it was way dead.