Vacation, Day 3
A few observations:
Building sand castles is more work than it sounds like it would be, especially when the site foreman is my neice. She’s a taskmaster, even if the buckets are shaped to make turrets that look precisely like a castle with steps & everything.
Those red flags were out yesterday. I tried to explain that those are really more of a guideline than a rule. For some, they mean stay out of the water. For others, they mean it’ll be some of the best fun you’ve had in the ocean in years.
I don’t get the beachcomber with a metal detector. I mean, how much could they possibly find that results in that activity being worth their while? It looks an awful lot like work to me.
For some reason, I enjoy those extra-large beach-type places with names like Souvenir City. One had a shark mouth (complete with teeth on hinges, to which people that could reach them ignored them and kids who couldn’t reach them tried to jump–still not quite there–to make them swivel) as an entrance and the other an overgrown octopus (nothing swiviled that I could tell). They sell everything from the normal stuff you’d need at the beach to shells to pet hermit crabs to clothing to something called “SmackWear” in which there were t-shirts with all sorts of put-downs of Auburn & Alabama.
There must be some sound the henna tattoo machine makes that lures the 10-14 year old crowd–and only they can hear it because I didn’t see anybody outside that range getting one. There was a steady stream around the stand…about 6 or 7 per hour, each one throwing down $15 to $25 bucks.
Nearly every restaurant has an outdoor deck featuring live music, which mostly means some folk singer with a guitar auditioned & got the gig. I think they all have some rendition of “Sweet Home Alabama” and a country song that mentions that they were singing “Sweet Home Alabama” in their repertoire.
I could jacuzz for hours if no one else was in the pool area. It’s hard to enjoy the peace & quiet with the cannonball competition going on off the edge of the hot tub.
The iPhone’s new software & applications can keep folks interested and happy for a couple of hours.
My friend Mikey doesn’t understand that my mind constantly is providing ongoing commentary about the world around me, and that if I don’t unload some of it via blog (it’d all go in a journal, anyway) then there’d be no way I could relax and enjoy my days off. This activity actually slows that mental process down.