April 5, 1999

More from my vacation to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida... Tuesday, 3/30/99 Up and at 'em early on this fine day to shuttle Eric off to work and head to Miami Beach. (Will Smith, enter stage right.) We found good parking close to Ocean Drive and investigated the many stores that converge in the downtown area. Purchases were made at Urban Outfitters and the Nike store, where I found a fine pair of men's slip-ons to house my large and demanding dogs. After we tired of shopping, we grabbed our beach gear out of the car, fed the meter, and headed for South Beach, mere steps away. As we followed the little grassy path up to the top of a small hill, I had to pause and gulp for air when I caught my first site of the ocean and beach...yum! Again, I assert my great love for all locations aquatic. The sand was much finer than that of Ft. Lauderdale's beach, so walking down to the ocean shore was quite a chore. We nabbed two chairs down front and--at my prodding--moved them down to the shore line. Soon enough, a kindly gent came by with cushions, and Anne rewarded him with an unknown sum. After we shed our clothing and lubed up, we took a look around at all of the naked breasts on display. Hoot-o-Rama! Two words: nipple piercings. We giggled like 29-year-olds and pretended not to gawk. We didn't get hop into the drink just yet, but we did sweat as we lounged on our chairs. Once again, I exhaled. Aaaaahhh! Beautiful water, shiny sun, birdies screechin'...perfect for pasty, S.A.D.-ridden me. Even as a sun-stupid teenager, I never lasted as long just sittin' on a chair in the sun. No radio, not much conversation, just relaxation. After a few hours of cooking and about 20 minutes before our parking meter ran out, I decided to brave the waves. We had been watching all of the young, nubile chickies strut by in their cute little get-ups, and we had also been cringing at the sight of unfortunate amounts of bluish flesh withering under the sun's unforgiving light. But when I made my move to hop into the sea, I suddenly didn't care about how I looked in my Target suit...I was caught up in the allure of the water spread out before me. I couldn't even believe how wonderful it felt to be in the ocean. I had to walk out a long way before the water began to get deep. The salt make my lips feel thick at first. I was startled by the crashing waves and keeping my footing took most of my attention. Once I began to get used to the lurching and stumbling I had to do to remain upright, I was able to enjoy the feeling of the cool water moving around me with a life of its own. Wanna be notified when I update? Send mail and thou shalt receive!