The sun was high in the sky.
Phoebe and I decided to take a break from boogie-boarding and get to
work on that coveted base tan. The sooner I had it, the sooner I’d be able to
get into the one-piece and show the world my killer boarding moves. Plus, I
know Phoebe would rest easier knowing that I wouldn’t be locked up for indecent
exposure.
At our base camp (also known as
our spot on the beach), Phoebe enjoyed laying out on a towel, but I preferred
sitting up in my sand chair. Their low-to-the-ground profiles allowed your legs
to stretch out, and the reclining back allowed you to get maximum UV ray
damage. But I wasn’t worried about that.
I always sunscreened. Besides, I certainly didn’t want to get wrinkled before
my time. Plus, I like to read on the beach. You just can’t do that
comfortably while laying on a towel. It’s too awkward. The chair also afforded
me the luxury to scope out and keep an eye on the lifeguard stand where Mr.
Hottie was stationed. I liked to watch the steady stream of girls approach the
stand in an attempt to get his attention. Like
the string bikinis they wore weren’t going to do that anyway...
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