Sun, surf, sand, and Doritos
Fri Mar 25, 2005 09:41 (UTC -5)Yesterday I went on an outing to the beach with my friends. I overheard that it was a spring break tradition for us to go on a trip to the beach, but I could only recall having gone along last year. Anyway, I thought to myself that I didn’t really like the beach because there’s nothing to do there. (As a Floridian, I take it for granted.) I just need to go every once in a while to remind myself of why I don’t like it. But it was actually fun.
Last year my friend set out some food in an open space and watched the seagulls gather to take it. We thought it would be funny to plant some food right by someone sunbathing and oblivious. We brought it up again yesterday, but instead of doing it to a total stranger, we decided to do it to Mark.
Here’s us burying him in the sand (that’s me standing). He doesn’t know I’m about to unleash Dorito crumbs over him.
Once we scattered the chips around him, he decided to go along with the whole thing. After all, they’re just birds, right? So he had a shirt put over his head so as not to scare the birds away.
We thought that the birds weren’t very eager to come up to Mark because maybe they mistook the shirt over his head for another bird. So Mark got up and lay in another spot, where we covered him with sand and put a towel over his head. And, of course, we brought more Doritos. I think we had taken the whole bag by now.
I think we used the rest of the bag, but there was another whole one. But they were Cooler Ranch flavor anyway, so it was okay.
After that a few of us went to Mark’s house to rent and watch movies. Our original plan was to go to the movies, but I think I messed that one up by insisting that I take a shower beforehand, so we would have been late. Oh well. Anyway, I stuck around to watch Shaun of the Dead, and by then it was late, so I had to go home. I was tired; it was a long day.
Today Ask Jordon tackles a deeply profound question.
tyler: is god real?
I dunno… I guess.
I’ll admit it, I like to skip. But Iskip.com is kind of sad. If you are obsessed with bouncing along wherever you go, read about a guy who skipped a marathon. That might be a good idea for exercise.
