I emerged from the surf with my hair
clumped and strewn over my face, spitting a salt water stream from my mouth as
snot ran from my nose. My bikini top had settled up under my chin. My bottoms were
filled with sand and broken shells.
Very attractive. The perils of a boogie boarder.
“Did you see
that? Did you see that ride?” I spit as I
screamed over to my friend Phoebe who was still floating out in the water. She wasn't able to catch that monster wave that just made me swallow half the surf
and probably a jellyfish or two.
“Phoebes! I am still the champion!”
I saw her doing some odd hand movements over her neck and stomach which
I couldn't quite decipher. Looked like she was having some type of seizure.
Finally, after making my way out closer to her, I heard her.
“Pull down
your bathing suit top, you idiot! Didn't you hear me yelling to you?”
Now I knew
what she was doing.
“It’s all
the way up to your neck, Casey! Didn't you see people looking at you?” She continued to scream at me, half laughing, half scolding, as I ducked under the
water to readjust the suit and put the girls back into hiding. That’s the
problem with boogie boarding in a two-piece suit. It can get messy. But it was the first day of the summer
season, and no one wears a one-piece at the beach until the desired base-tan is
achieved. Then, and only then, do you get down to business in a practical
one-piece.
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