Living in Florida, it's tough to avoid the beach but I've managed to do it for 20+ years. I went a few years ago but that visit didn't involve any beach-y frolicking and it did include beer, so it wasn't too bad. Two weeks ago, I wasn't so lucky.
Every once in a while I get together with two old friends. We have a regular "girl's weekend". Calling us "girls" is a stretch but we'll go with it. This time we went over to the west coast of Florida to Sanibel Island. Of course, this involved going to the beach. For me it was almost like childbirth - I forgot about the pain and horror until I found myself in the delivery room ... again!
(THIS IS NOT ME!)
There I was in a bathing suit (THAT'S where the HORROR!!! comes in), sunscreened to my eyeballs walking on sand as hot as Satan's balls, to enjoy all the pleasures "the beach" has to offer. We spent two hours
|Sanibel Island Lighthouse|
You recall that I did use sunscreen. Well, apparently profuse sweating and salt water diminish the effectiveness of sunscreen. WTF! do I know about sunscreen? No beach - 20+ years! I usually avoid the sun like the plague which means, I'm not really a sunscreen expert.
Oh! The PAIN! My ass didn't hurt but my back did. I carried Bactine and aloe with me everywhere. I asked total strangers to apply them to my back. The ITCHING! I slept with a body brush so it was handy when I woke up in an itching frenzy. The PEELING! I had enough skin come off my back and shoulders to make Ed Gein a prom dress. ACK!
I birthed two children. After the second, I remembered why I waited eight years in between. I'm pretty damn sure that eight years for my next beach visit won't be long enough. I'm striving for a least another 20.