Beaches and buzz - what could be better?
March 16th, 2006 by Bill
Recently, Mack-N-z posted a post I could not resist - The Beach. What could be better than a beach? Few things, I think. Anyway … I commented on her post but also said I was going to use it here. And now I am.
I had planned to expand on it but this week is too full with time wasting work things. (At work, they just wouldn’t understand that blogging is much more important than silly things like deadlines.) Anyway, here I go:
The only thing I dislike about my landlocked part of the world is the absence of what I like to refer to as “big water” and the accompanying beaches. I spent my summers on Lake Huron where the beaches were great and I spent forever on them. I could walk forever along a beach … the kind that never seems to end. Out here, when someone talks about a “beach” it usually means a slim strip of mud that leads into a large puddle.
I remember people use to ask things like, “What did you do today?” and I’d say, “I was at the beach.” And then they’d say, “But what did you DO?” And I’d repeat, “I was at the beach.” I don’t know what the hell I DO at the beach. I don’t think you do anything except BE at the beach. That’s why it’s a beach.
What I really like is a beach with 80 to 90 degree weather, extreme humidity, and beer. However, I do not believe in chugging. I never chug. I sip slowly, peacefully, letting the slow buzz take hold and getting into the “slight buzz zone.” You don’t ever want to be drunk; just buzzed - a lazy, merry feeling to enjoy as the waves wash in and then wash out like loving sycophants at the altar of the buzz.










oh i sooo want to be at the beach with beer. bliss!
A beach, a beer and a buzz and all on St. Patrick’s Day. Who knew?
And sailboats. I forgot to mention sailboats. I love those too (no motors - just wind). But I recommend leaving the buzz on the beach. Sailboats and buzz? Bad, bad idea.
Also … it’s helpful to have someone who actually knows how to sail (a talent I lack).