Crispy

My beach week-end wasn't as relaxing and rejuvinating as I had hoped it would be. That's O.K. because I did accomplish one of my goals - tan my white booty. Actually, I guess you would characterize my booty as burned to a crisp. The ocean water was a lovely turquoise, and I floated on my raft, booty side up, for a few hours too long. The salty waves whisked away the 30 SPF sunscreen immediately. It was a fruitless effort. It had been so long since I'd spent time on the beach, my poor skin couldn't handle the elements like in the past as a young lass.

I'll write more later. We spent time at "The Swamp", a spring-break type club where there was much gyrating on the dance floor by slutty little girls.