A day at the beach

I am back. Okay, where are the comments?!! Man does not live without feedback. Being a laugh whore, not hearing laughter, or the silence caused by a joke or quip that bombs, is a very difficult thing. I can live with ambiguity. I cannot live without feedback. I hate providing my own because it may be all in my head. Then again, as a solopsist (I have been over this before), I guess it is ALL in MY head.

That being said, it is time to get on with the show. Down in the Beaches yesterday, actually on the beach and boardwalk. It was quite lovely, though it is Lake Ontario and likes the smell of the sea. My only observation, though there were many, as there were two women doing their sunbathing topless. I have not seen tits on the beach since the Dominican Republic. I was not offended by it and the Lad did not notice. Too bad for him, though he got a look at a lot of Euro tits in the DR.

I did notice a dude walking topless with his family. I am not against nudity per se. It is just that some people should not do nudity or partial nudity. He was one of them. His skin and flab was giggling as he walked. He was also sweaty and had tufts of hair down the front (chest and such) and along the back near his ass, back and shoulders. I know it was hot, but come on, dude, I just ate and I would hate to lose my stomach contents by the beach, again.

I have not puked near the beach in over twenty years and at least it was drinking related. That makes it all okay. Well, that is all for now. I have a baseball game to get to, so that I can go coach first base. Ciao!