Beached

I went to the beach yesterday and had a lovely time. Now, when I go to the beach, you should know that I avoid it during the day. I am not now, nor could I ever possibly be, a sun worshipper. If I'm exposed to direct sunlight for any length of time, my skin starts to look a bit like melted cheese. I don't tan, I bubble and boil and then slough off layers of dead skin for weeks afterward.
So, when I go to the beach, I wait until sunset and then I hit the sand. Last night, as I was wandering the beach, I tripped over what I thought was a rock, but what turned out to be a sea turtle. It was big and crabby and as I stared at it, it lifted its head, glared at me, and then hissed.
I got the hint and got the hell out of Dodge. I went down the street to a faux Irish pub for a while, then back to the beach, where hijinx ensued of a carnal nature. I'm not giving details, but I'll never quite look at one of those lifeguard seats the same way again.
And then, this morning, I headed home and got rained on the whole way.
Ah well.
All in all, it was a nice time.
More later! - MEL