Everyone in the condo woke up nice and early yesterday morning. We convened on the porch for breakfast and some Bible talk, and before I knew it, everyone was slathering on the sunscreen and packing up their beach bags. We were on the lava-hot sand around 10 am. Not bad for a group of 20-somethings.
The waves were incredible. What's more incredible is that we all fought the waves to the point of exhaustion while they broke with ease at Boyfriend's chest. I took more than one tumble under the water; I could still taste the salt water by dinner. The boys entertained themselves with frisbee and volleyball while we ladies laid in such a way for maximum sun exposure. Eventually, we moved to the water's edge where we made sand castles-- I focused on making a sand knee brace for Alex-- until the sand filled our bathing suits to the point of discomfort. Don't act like it's never happened to you.
After lunch, I took my usual nap while the others went back out, this time poolside. I know my skin well enough to know that I had pushed it to the limit, and I saw no reason to tempt fate and sweat it out for another hour or two while my skin scorched in the afternoon sun. And wouldn't you know, I'm one of the few that didn't get burnt.
We headed to my favorite restaurant for dinner-- Shipp's Harbour Grille. Take my advice: try it. It's incredible. Really. I take my food very seriously; I would not lead you astray. The special was coconut-crusted grouper served with a coconut sauce and crabmeat, smoked gouda mashed potatoes, and sauteed green beans. Obviously, that's what I got. The rest of the crew went for sushi, mahi mahi, seared tuna, and so on. There wasn't a disappointed palette in the house.
After dinner, we headed straight to Adventure Island for a round of laser tag. Things were pretty competitive: Erin changed completely into gym shorts and tennis shoes for maximum mobility, Sam staked out a crow's nest to snipe from, and Alex resorted to simply holding me by the target vest and shooting me. I guess when you're the biggest target, you have to stoop the lowest.
And after dinner-- drum roll, please-- we were off to the tattoo parlor. I didn't get inked-- Boyfriend and parents made their feelings pretty clear-- but two of our group did. Sam, a Taiwanese import since like Day 2, got 'Made In Taiwan' tattooed on his rib cage, while Erin got 'joy' tattooed on her ankle. Both were pretty pumped; I was just glad to not be the one under the needle. Meanwhile, Alex literally had to go sit on the stoop to get away from the tattoo artists' samples on the walls-- mostly "sexy" demon girls and angry skulls.
In between signing up for the tattoos and actually getting them, we filled our time with ice cream at Scoops. Katherine spotted a frog on the window on the patio, insisted on capturing it, and immediately flicked first onto Erin then onto me. Luckily, our ice cream was spared, but we gave our neighbors a decidedly non-dairy treat with our screams.
So our night was pretty much picture perfect. And really, that's just kind of how life is lately.
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