sun. sand. surf. spfs.

the 9th annual after a 6 year hiatus beach party is, as they say in the business, "in the can."

today, i suffer from exhaustion and a slight sunburn on my right leg.

it didn't start out well - the Husband didn't fully grasp it when i said that we need to be at the beach early. and that when i said early, i didn't mean 9 a.m.

so obviously, when we got there, there were no more rings. everyone had staked their claim.

you'da thought it was the gold rush.

anywhoooo - i summoned up cahones and asked a groping, er....young couple if we could share a fire ring with them later in the day.

ah - that would be no.

cranky pants. hope you get sand there.

but i'm not bitter. nor do i hold a grudge.

Husband at that point, after grumbling how he "effed everything up." drove to a Target to get a small Weber bbq. and after he left, the Very Nice Lady at the fire ring next to us, Darla, offered to share her ring with us.

nice people do exist.

some of the Husband's friends showed up around noon-one-ish. the sand toys were a big hit, since one of his friends brought his two kids AND two of their cousins. his other friend brought his girlfriend and her 9 year old daughter.

who did nothing but sit and pout. wouldn't eat. wouldn't play. wouldn't even talk. just lay on the blanket under the shade.

i tried to get her to play catch with me.

nope.

badmition?

nope.

frisbee?

nope.

alrighty then.

we watched the beach fill up.

we watched traffic on Pacific Coast Highway stack up in both directions.

one of the Husband's friends called to say that after spending almost 40 minutes on PCH, they were turned away at the parking lot because they were full.

niiice. they drove all the way from Mission Viejo, about 30 minutes from the beach on a good day, then got stuck and turned away. not good.

we packed it up about 6. oh, and i even sold my four unused cores of wood to another beachgoer.
not too shabby, eh?

i did, however, come home with about two packages of unopened weiners.

any takers?