The weather is rather dreary here in West Palm Beach today, so I thought I'd relive and share a beach day from a few weeks ago. It was a beautiful sunny day and me and my glorious friend, Kellen, who'd flown all the way from California to Florida just to keep me company, decided that we should do as Floridians do and spend the day at the beach.
After full mugs of coffee and a discussion about how waking up is often the hardest part of both our days, we slipped into our swimsuits and head to the beach. And before you ask, I am still sporting my old suit. It will make it through the summer even if it completely dissolves in the ocean off of my body!
The sun was high overhead and the humidity could kindly be described as oppressive (unkindly as Satan's butthole).
And with only the palm trees to provide shelter from the sun's rays, our trek was arduous.
But we're an inventive pair and made do with what we had to keep from getting over-sunned before hitting the beach.
Kellen? Are you in there?
But there were some truly lovely things to see along the way.
I swear the colors are somehow more vivid down here.
And the Intracoastal Waters are a breath of fresh air.
And look, you can go yacht shopping (or boat shopping, I'm not sure what makes a yacht a yacht, though I do hope to find out one day).
And if buying a yacht isn't quite in your budget (and if you have a budget, there is no line for yacht purchases, I assure you) fear not! You can always rent one!
Hey there, Henry Flagler!
Now, when you finally do reach the beach, be sure to check our the Condition/Hazard board. It will let you know to keep an eye out for jellyfish, sharks, riptides, or you know, hot sand!
And that hot sand is no joke. Kellen and I ran to an empty spot, plopped our stuff down, and then sprinted to the water too cool off our scalded tootsies.
But once our feet were in working order again, we were able to take in the beautiful beach.
Kids were playing.
Surfers were surfing.
And people of all ages were out enjoying the beach lifestyle.
There was even a lone boat adrift. Which kind of bummed me out. Why was it alone? Where was it's captain?
We dunked ourselves in the warm, salty waters and then got to main activity: laying in the sun doing absolutely nothing.
Don't worry, we slathered ourselves in sunscreen beforehand. This stuff has been my jam this summer. It's an oil based spray, but it's not like the tanning oils of the 1970s. This one moisturizes, protects you from harmful rays, but still lets you get a nice glow going on.
I'm a pasty lady of Irish and German decent, so normally I turn into a lobster the minute the sun touches my skin. But Banana Boat Protective Spray has allowed me to spend quite a bit of time in the sun without burning once. It also has that tropical smell that reminds you of summers when you were a kid!
We lay in the sun and walked along the beach chatting about life, how much we miss each other pretty much all the time, and our hopes that some day we will come up with a terrific business idea and take over the world together.
One of the best parts of growing up is looking around and realizing who has been standing with you from the beginning. I consider myself one of the luckiest people on earth to have a friend, like Kellen, who has shown nothing but unconditional love since the days when I thought lime green corduroy overalls and platform sandals were the hight of fashion.
And she's still humoring me to this day by taking selfies like this.