After a month and a half of unsuccessful beach attempts, I finally made it to the cloudy gray waters of Rockaway, and I'm going to do it again today. My beach bad luck banishes when flying solo on the NYC chilly public bus. Not only do my ears get exposed to high school girls chattering away, but they are now replacing the original first base with BJ's (as I heard) but I bear witness to the expressions wore on the old ladies after hearing this news.
I get to spread out, but not eagle spread of course and read my magazines and book on America's true history. Finally I can relax and forget about everything that bothers me. Which is almost everything.
Today though, I'll nap there since I woke up at 4 am ensuring that my next tuition bill and wedding plans are closer to being sought after and finalized. That doesn't make sense at all, but I'm tired and it totally does in my head right now.
I'll get back on schedule soon, but this weekend is beach jam packed with music and love and food and hot dogs and things of that nature like green leaves and branches.
Don't worry, I love you and will never forget you + I'm OCD. It's impossible to forget you.
So until Monday, but here are some summer songs I dedicate to you.