Fourth of July at the beach

Some friends had the bright idea to drive to the shore yesterday, since none of us were working, nor had anything better to occupy our time. Man, was that a win decision.

We met Jesus freaks. We feasted upon pizza and cheesesteaks. We didn’t check our receipts until it was too late.

We swam in the ocean and got harassed by lifeguards. Built sandcastles competitively and gaped in wounded awe when the tide calmly ravaged them. Makeshift chin towers did little to curb the sense of loss.

At night we headed home in time to try to catch fireworks in Philadelphia. It rained, so we stayed home and got drunk. We watched movies and told stories and slapped each others’ sunburnt backs and appendages.

Two friends practiced poi late into the morning.