I went to the beach yesterday with some friends. It was incredibly hot (temperature wise). It was so hot, I was uncomfortable.
I couldn’t believe all the people laying in the sand soaking up the sun. The mix of sweat and oil glistening on their baking skin. I had to sit in the shade of a rented tent and guzzle down gallon upon gallon of water to keep from dehydrating. What got me was the guys (and yes it was nice eye candy–six packs on everyone of them) who were playing volleyball! How did they find the energy to hop around like that in the sun?
Of course the ocean is gorgeous. The view was incredible. But it almost seems like torture to bake like that under the sun. I don’t know how people could do it. If only it wasn’t so hot. I could sit on that sand and people watch. I love making up stories about the people I see and wonder what kind of conversation is going on between them. It’s a game I play with myself or anybody willing. Since I was with my buddies and they were in the water, I couldn’t play this game.
I know that most people love the sun. I love pictures of summer and the beach. I just don’t like the super hot temperatures that go with it.