Seems like so much fun until you're actually there with sand in your crevices, in your hair, and on your food.
It's that time of year again where everyone starts buying bathing suits and gets excited about going to the beach. Even me. I never learn my lesson. Every fall, all I say is, "I'M NEVER GOING TO THE BEACH AGAIN!"
I'm planning my annual beach trip, and although I'm really excited, I know I'll come back angry and hating the beach. I don't really know why I always end up disliking it. Last year I got sick and no one bothered to tell me my bathing suit top DID NOT fit me at all. The year before I couldn't get in the water because I had just gotten my hair done and once again, my bathing suit didn't fit. But now, thinking about going to the beach has me looking up bathing suits online and planning all sorts of things. The thing is, I live in NYC, and a majority of the beaches here are dirty and filled with gangs and prostitutes. D;
For some reason I'm filling up my planner with "BEACH!" every weekend for June. It must be my immense love for summer in general that makes me forget all the bad times. I can't even swim. I don't even like the beach that much.
Find yourself a decent spot, make sure you're well provisioned, sunscreen up, and just mock everyone there for how ridiculous they look.
ReplyDeleteIf anyone tries to get you into the water tell them you just ate and would rather not... if you're wanting to diplomatic about it that is, otherwise just tell them to screw off.
You know what beach you should go to? Far Rockaway, but idk where the hell it is. I think its somewhere in Long Island. It's awesome, it's never too hot or too breezy, and they scarcely have any broken bits of glass in the sand.
ReplyDeleteBut I totally agree with you, the beach is disgusting. I just go to spend time with my family.