The boardwalk was packed with the usual amount of old women and bums today, smoking cigarettes and soaking in the afternoon sun. Mother and I enjoyed salad and coconut shrimp in a fake rainforest before moving to the beer garden for a Leffe (mine) and a Corona (pft! hers). Our relaxation on the beach lasted about 20 minutes, consisting mainly of bird watching, reading and rubbing on SPF 100. We topped things off with a few more drinks at Sammy’s beach bar and soaked in an atmosphere of bikini-clad waitresses and men that turned every sentence into one word (neitherofwhichiwasinterestedinencountering).
<—-This, by the way, was delicious.
In other news, the woman that hired someone via Facebook to kill the father of her child? Dumb. Reconsider posting everything that’s “on your mind”.