tortoise
roosevelt dime
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Mondays after a sundrenched day at the beach are the worstest types of Mondays around. I repeatedly find myself blankly staring at my puter screen in a semi-catatonic state.
Lest this become a whining thread, I must say that the root cause of my present catatonia, my day at the beach, was an absolute BLAST. It had been years since I'd been to Corona Del Mar, and I'd forgotten what a nice beach it is. When we got there, the entire coast was blanketed by a fairly dense hazefog, which lingered just long enough to ensure that the day wouldn't get too hot. It also kept us cool during our marathon bout of frisbeeing (it's amazing how sore one's right arm can get simply from tossing a small plastic disk around). When the haze burned off, a nice cool sea breeze blew in, right on cue. The waves had a perfect little curl to them, just right for bodyboarding. The population density was perfect for people watching, without becoming overwhelming. A small but significant portion of that population consisted of delicious bikini clad volleyball girlies with spectacular twitching derrieres, which were prominently displayed by the customary sand volleyball readiness posture (hint: to be able to move quickly in either direction whilst playing in sand, one needs a low center of gravity... you do the math).
Yum.
Lest this become a whining thread, I must say that the root cause of my present catatonia, my day at the beach, was an absolute BLAST. It had been years since I'd been to Corona Del Mar, and I'd forgotten what a nice beach it is. When we got there, the entire coast was blanketed by a fairly dense hazefog, which lingered just long enough to ensure that the day wouldn't get too hot. It also kept us cool during our marathon bout of frisbeeing (it's amazing how sore one's right arm can get simply from tossing a small plastic disk around). When the haze burned off, a nice cool sea breeze blew in, right on cue. The waves had a perfect little curl to them, just right for bodyboarding. The population density was perfect for people watching, without becoming overwhelming. A small but significant portion of that population consisted of delicious bikini clad volleyball girlies with spectacular twitching derrieres, which were prominently displayed by the customary sand volleyball readiness posture (hint: to be able to move quickly in either direction whilst playing in sand, one needs a low center of gravity... you do the math).
Yum.
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