I've never been much of a water person. When we go to the beach, I hang out under the beach umbrella, read a bit, get cold, and go home. With our cheap pasty skin and my averson to water, it's no wonder Josh and I hardly ever go to the beach. Or at least hardly went to the beach until last weekend.
My long-, long, long-time friend Vicky and I camped out in Malibu for a few days. We spent mornings hiking and afternoons at the beach. I did my usual routine of dipping in the water a few times and drying off in the sun until some kind souls loaned us some boogie boards. I think I tried a boogie board once in New Jersey a long time ago, but I don't remember it being all that fun. It is. It ranks right up there next to snow-mobiling. (And if you have heard me go on about snow-mobiling, you will know that is saying something.)
I am now the proud owner of two cheap boogie boards and I'm headed to the beach again tomorrow. If only summer hadn't officially ended last weekend.
Here's a photo of Vicky catching a wave.
Funny, she doesn't look like she's sittin' on top of the world. That Brian Wilson's a lying jerk.
Posted by: Will at September 10, 2005 1:05 AMI went to the Jersey Shore this weekend and boogie boarded without a board- I just used my tummy! Plus, my entire body was thouroughly exfoliated by the sand that the waves crashed me into!