Sunday, August 16, 2009

lazy, hazy and certainly crazy

summer may be ending, but the warm memories will stay with me. things like:

the pool bag

remember going to the pool or beach when you were single and/or childless? throw on suit, apply some sunscreen, grab a towel and a drink, and in 5 minutes you were out the door.

today, going to the pool or beach requires only slightly less planning than the invasion of normandy. my bag contains:
  • 3 towels
  • 3 cover-ups
  • 3 sets of waterproof mesh beach shoes
  • 3 different types of sunscreen (kryptonite-strength cream for first application, spray for later reaps, and gooey face stick to keep it out of delicate eyes)
  • goggles
  • pool membership cards
  • approximately 1,746 water toys
  • giant inflatable floatie rings
  • sand buckets and shovels
  • beach blanket
  • life jackets so the girls can bob "by myself!"
  • cell phone (in case of emergencies, and the need to bitch to someone)
  • epipens (ditto, except for the bitching)
  • band aids for the inevitable falls and scrapes
  • snacks, oh so many snacks
  • water bottles, with ice cubes, puhlease
  • picnic lunch complete with napkins, hand wipes and utensils
  • and, if i remember, perhaps a crossword or a trashy magazine at which to sneak the briefest of looks
the awkward beach guy

during one of our recent invasion-of-normandy forays to the beach, we sat near the life guards' chair, where a gaggle of guards gathered throughout the afternoon (too many for duty; i think they were just hanging out together).

non-guard friends also began showing up, including one young man who seated himself next to a bronzed beach beauty and began this exchange:
"hey, brianna."
"hey [seemingly struggling to remember name]...there. how are you?"
"oh, just trying to get a sick tan before i go back to school." (note: he was so white he practically fluoresced.)
"oh."
"yeah, i go to nyu. yeah, i'm going to be graduating this year."
"mmm."
the construsement park

by jove, i think i've got it:

amusement park rides + construction equipment = the hottest new summer entertainment

just think of it: kids (and husbands and grandfathers) would clamor to ride up and down in the bucket of a backhoe, or slide down the rising bed of a dump truck, or spin around in a concrete mixer.

and yes, i had to ask the handsome man the actual names of some of that equipment ("that diggy thing [scooping hand motion]" is not a technical term). you'd think all my years of forced reeducation would have produced some result by now, but no.

addendum, tuesday, august 18: bulldozer bumper cars!

1 comment:

Suzi said...

You forgot Q-tips (or their more technical name; ear thingies). If you don't have them, someone will invariably get water in thier ear & will stamp around & cry. Of course, once they are safely put into your pool bag, you will NEVER NEED THEM!!