Fresh Fish!

I've got bags under my eyes you could put your groceries in. I'm either not sleeping enough or I'm sleeping too much. If I had to wager I'd say too much seeing as I woke up at the ass crack of noon.

Brian was already slaving away in the recliner, smashing the joystick on the Gamecube controller, and playing a little Super Smash Brothers: Melee. I know many of you richer and dandier folk are brawling these days, but give us a break. We just moved in. We haven't even got a paycheck yet. I couldn't stand it anymore. Cranking the speakers up to the maximum capacity and letting George Harrison burst through with the ever wonderful, Monday de-funktifier "Wah Wah" was the perfect cure.

I leapt from the couch, bounded around the living room, and slammed my shoes on my wandering feet. It didn't take much convincing to get Brian to follow and the two of us hit the beach once again.

The sun was shining in quite a pick me up kind of way and the strong winds didn't deter us. After searching the streets for somewhere to park, not wanting to revisit the towing disaster of days past, we zipped our wind breakers and began haunting the vacant streets. There were actually a few misinformed tourists looking dumbfounded to the fact that there was no one around. Brian and I used them as our tent pole for the usual laugh inducing activity of "Poke Fun at Strangers".

The beach was wind struck and occupied mostly by scavenger seagulls looking just as dumbfounded the absence of people. They starred at us with hungry eyes like all they saw were walking talking pretzels. Brian allowed his inner Irish Setter to shine as he chased some down the beach trying to catch them in his grasp. I wonder what'd he do if he actually ever caught one... Probably feed it to the rat.

We walked down the beach, as close to the surf as we could, picking up shells and horseshoe crabs and discussing this and that. It was pretty therapeutic to actually be out in the sun and moving my legs a little bit. Any anxiety I might have had subsided in exchange for good, old fashioned fun. It it was 10 degrees warmer I would have gladly dove into the water. Dipping my hands in the water I realized it was just about warm enough to swim in. Flashes of skimming, boarding, and just chilling on the beach were received from the future and helped supply a new, less cynical outlook for the future.

I found a big rubber fish. Brian found a big dead fish.

After about a 35 minute stroll on the sand we moved onto the boardwalk, which is made of cement. It was like a bad IPod commercial as joggers, most likely listening to Vampire Weekend or The National (I was going to make a Sufijan Stevens joke, but I guess he's out.) and showing off their freshly toned buttocks bounced on by. We bought some iced tea, shared a super sized Twix, and beat foot back to the car.

On our way home we passed what must be the first national monument I've seen here in Virginia, Mount Trashmore. Using the only resource American's can trust, Wikipedia, I've found that its a serious place. It was once a landfill that has now been turned into a lovely hang out for the citizens of Virginia. I guess you could say its kind of a trashy place. (Bwaa-ha-ha). It apparently features a 24,000 sq ft. skate park, two lakes, various walking trails, and a large playground. Not to mention its a 165 acres of green grassed glory. So we found yet another place to hang.

We got home. I played some more Scrabble, trying not to listen to my pulse, and munched away on some delectable little pizza bagels. Boredom set in and we kicked around the soccer ball a little bit. After we were out of breath and a little sweaty we came inside and vegged to some South Park and Colbert Report.

Tomorrow hopefully we'll hit the home base for a weekend, but things are looking up here. It should be an alright summer.

Brian