beachlass | Small Town Adventures

Today was an excellent small town day. Took the dog for a walk on the beach; and was all scandalized because there were so many people on the beach. People, walking in the warm October sunshine, on the beach. Imagine the nerve. I almost got back in the car, and drove to one of the beach access points south of town. And then I counted the other people. There were eight. God I love living on the lake in the fall, when eight people (on, like a kilometre stretch) seems completely unreasonable. So I coped.

And the teenagers and I actually went into the other variety store on the south end of town (you know us small town folks, we just go to the same variety store that our parents go to, and it neer occurs to us to go to another one.) But the other one... it has samosas! And butter chicken! And a whole selection of weird ass movies. (We took Tokyo Drift, and The Specials.)

So then, back home for an evening of hanging out, watching movies with the young ones (when the boys weren't playing Naruto on XBox). Lots to be thankful for, methinks. (including all the lovely lj people I've finally worked up the nerve to actually talk to.)

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I forgot the unlovely moment, after I drove the teenage boy home, it was late enough that the bars had emptied, and two drunk idiots ran out in front of my car on the main street. Is that a Darwinian culling the gene pool kinda' thing?

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Aside from the near death experience, it sounds like you had a lovely weekend, lass-who-actually-lives-on-a-beach.

I just returned home from lovely and mountainous Tennessee and am contemplating jumping in my car and driving back before I have to go to work tomorrow. ^_^

Come to think of it, I've had some crappy driving experiences lately. Last week, coming home from the city, I came over a rise, and there was a line of oncoming traffic, and some fucking idiot trying to pass without enough room. I hit the brakes, to give him (insert gender stereotype here) more space/time to get back into his own damn lane; kept an eye on my mirrors, 'cause I had a pickup with a trailer right behind me... and to my utter fucking astonishment, the asshole who was driving in my lane kept going, and pulled onto my gravel shoulder, so that I (and the pickup behind me) were passed by traffic on either side. It was completely surreal... I almost pulled over in the next town to flag the guy behind me and ask whether I had hallucinated the whole thing, (or if there was something else I should have done... but options, they were limited.)

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Yikes.
So - I am super glad that you had a lovely day with the teenagers... and and and SAMOSAS!!!! Man, what kind of small town do you live in anyway... I am just not sure what to do with this information... The food of my people... being available in a little beach town... Hmmmmmm.

The boy-in-the-middle-of-the-street thing is certainly darwinian. In a let's make them all wear tighty-whities, but not tell them it lowers their sperm count kinda way.

*hugs* to you...

(and excellent lead in story about the paper-prOn chains, by the way.... You rock. Really. You do.)

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Yeah, well, I don't think any of us exactly trust my judgement when it comes to the white boys.

eshala... I deleted a comment of yours I didn't mean to... sorry.

ps... have you checked your friends' list lately, there's a certain sheepfarming girl signed in

ok.

think I resurrected your post. (check out my awesome resurrection powers!)

and so....
Did you know that it is a little scary to get an massage about your resurrection powers, with the GOD messages flashing next to it...

And anyway, isn't it the wrong time of year for your people to talk about resurrection???

oh really?

I actually have a whole cunning plan to reform the church using my blasphemous icons and tshirts.

I knew it... next thing, you'll start being a ... vegetarian!

On Friday, when the boy and I were driving around, we stopped in at a motorcycle shop, and I saw the bike that might kick my scooter dreams to the curb... A sweet black and chrome Rebel... My toes curled just sitting on it...

ok, so when I got to work this morning, there was a shiny new cherry red Vespa parked in front of the church, belonging, apparently, to one of my favorite congregation members

Now you are just trying to make me jealous : )

Let me tell you, though... The Rebel... It is almost toooooo good to be true.

...I really, really miss samosas. And chicken makhani. ;_; I worked one summer at an Indian restaurant at home, and there's a little Indian deli/grocery store not three miles from my house. Out here (at university) there's...not much at all. So good for you and your variety store!

Now that I can get samosas and my favorite candy and movies at the same store, I maybe need to be concerned about looking like a member of the Akimichi clan.

Not as long as you've got a beach to walk on!

I walked on the beach today, but didn't get much exercise, 'cause of the medium sized boys who were involved in some intergalactic space pirate war or something, that prevented us from actually walking down the beach. They got lots of exercise, though, what with all the flipping and crawling and jumping and rock climbing.

Hey - did I tell you that I found a restaurant that has THE BEST pakoras i have ever tasted (which is very high praise indeed!) - If we end up going out on the town later this month, we will so definitely need to stop by there... It even beat the hot-from-the-pan pakoras in Kolkutta...
Which reminds me, today on the CBC, Michael the-pompus-ass Enright referred to Kolkutta as a state. If I hadn't been on my way out to brunch, I would have called in to laugh at him...
Those medium-sized space pirate ninja boys sure do have fun running around... Ah well...

*uses best Homer Simpson imitation*

mmmmmm... pakoras

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