this inaugural weekend at the beach had many fun moments--like illegally nightswimming in the atlantic, learning about "the body committment" and the definition of "easter bush," and swing dancing to big bad voodoo daddy for free. but one of the more memorable times was watching 4 18-year-old boys run after bikini-clad chickadees on the beach and ask them if they wanted to "hang out." (they were continually refused.) then, on our walk down the beach, my pal and i walked past said boys who, before asking us to hang out, called out "how old are you guys?" (friend retorted, "old enough to buy your beer.")
now, we took this as a compliment, first, that they could think we might be young enough for them to hit on. then we realized it could have been an insult... we weren't quite sprightly enough for a harrassment. then, to make us feel better, i concluded: "it's because we have mature bikinis... they aren't hawaiian print or hot pink or anything that looks young."
five minutes later, a 5-year-old ran by me wearing my same moss green, wooden beaded suit, so that theory went to shit.
being hit on by highschoolers? somewhat disturbing but at least amusing. being reminded of my impending 26th birthday while on the beach? so unpretty.
1 comment:
oh birthday girl, you have confused class and style with old age. you just happen to be a very sophisticated 26 year old instead of a slutty, thong toting hooka.
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