(Greg... again) So we totally wanted to take advantage of the beautiful weather we are having here and decided that nothing would be cooler than swimming (yes, again, but this time...) in November. So I made the proposition when we started cooking our lunch and as it was getting to the peak of the day's high temp, right? But we can't swim right after eating... you have to wait 30 minutes. So we sat down and hit up some Super Mario Bros 3 on the wii. A half hour passes and we finally got to the part I was stuck at on single player (Suzy and I were playing coop) but we had to continue because it was a boss level and, well, I'm stubborn. So, we totally destroyed the boss after something like 45 more minutes.
By this time it was near 3 or 3:30 and with the Daylight Savings time change, we had better hop on that ball and get to the beach. After much conniving and convincing (mainly of me being lazy), we started to get ready... "Get the towel, check." "Wearing swimming trunks." "Grab the keys." Alright, we were ready to go. It was closer to 4 now (yeah, I kinda took that long to get ready) but we still had an hour of the warmer part of daylight left and I'm going to enjoy every moment I can on that beach!
We walk down the street, and it was still relatively beautiful, I mean, considering the Novembers we're used to (by the way, I do not envy you guys at all), and pick a sunny spot to lay the towel. Suzy sat down but I had it in my mind that I was jumping into that water. I cautiously step in. "Hrm.. not cold at all, really." I step in further. I'm waist deep and wading in the blue-green sea.
HOLY CRAP! THAT'S A FREAKING JELLYFISH! literally two feet from me. Apparently, I interrupted some hot jellyfish action as I can only guess that it's now mating season due to the numerous 3-6 inch jelly candy-looking things staring into my eyes. I can only imagine the things that they wanted to do to me with those jelly tentacles of theirs. Like sting me.
After I kicked it in its teeth, Suzy and I walked along the surf looking for the ferocious animals. It was pretty sweet because they were all over the sea but no more than 10 or 15 feet from the sand. All just floating along the waves. Plus you could kinda see through them. Then, just before we left, Suzy found one of them lying on the beach and we played "poke the dead thing with a stick."
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Suzy:
Hey, to my credit, I thought that it was a piece of one that had washed to shore (it was no bigger than the size of a nickel). But it was actually an entire jelly fish that was definitely dead. I was so curious to how it felt I had to lean down and touch it with my fingers. But I did NOT poke it with a stick. So there.
"The profound silence of dead [jelly]fish"
HAAHAHAHAHAAAA
again: HAHAHAHAHA
I got my poster today!!!!! I love art of art (or what is art to my dear Suzy) so now I am off to buy a frame.
And I want that poem that I know exists somewhere.
AND dear Gregchurro, you may beat coop in tennis, but just remember I'm the boxing star! Bring it.
Oh, and just so you know (or furthermore Rob and Chan) World Market has your german beer. They also have a red wine from Spain that is relatively inexpensive that I am really digging called Red Guitar. Close to a dessert wine, but they don't claim that :P
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