I think if you ask most people here they would say they are having a good time on St Pete's beach. I'm sure more than a little money has been invested in them being here. But not many people look happy. Most don't look happy at all.
There are a few glorious exceptions of course. Occasionally I hear uproarious laughter coming from the pool or ocean side... and if I manage to sidle up and listen the common theme is a funny anecdote about embarrassment or awkwardness. I have to laugh into my book or towel as I take in the hilarity. I like those moments very much.
I find I am quite diminished by my Steve not being here. He isn't a really good vacationer... kind of a poop really. But I am quite used to his poop-y-ness and it suits me. The other kind of person I could use here right about now is a girlfriend (you know who you are!) with a sense of the absurd would would help me make quiet but deliberate fun of some of the oddities - like the old men in thin little potato sacks.
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and you know i'd be drinking poorly mixed martini's right along with you, if i could... xo
I am greatly disturbed by the imagery of "thin little potato sacks." And yet, I find these things are the reason I love you. Well, one reason of many.
Day 3. Men should not wear speedos.
Day 4. Neither should some women.
:) Kirsten
ask me sometime about the European middle-aged man that was in a speedo and decided to wash his potatoes in the pool-side shower.
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