The Beach & the polka dot bikini

I went to Revere Beach today in Boston, Massachussettes. Yes, the name Revere comes from the famous man who rode into the night yelling out that the British were attacking to all the minute men, Paul Revere.

Although I would like to delve into discussion about Paul Revere and the American Revolution, today I am going to discuss the experience of "going to the beach."

What do you typically need when you "go to the beach"? Well, first you must be wearing a swimming costume, for when you only go to dip your feet, you end up losing your balance on those stupid unsymmetrical rocks, and you slip and fall into the water, knee first. So, yes, a bathing suit is a must.

Second, a towel. Of course, the reason of the first grants you the reason for the second. You fall in, you get wet. You get wet, you need to dry off. But before you even think about falling in and getting wet and needing to dry off, you must think about where will you sit!? Sleep!? Lie!? Why of course, on a towel. If there is more than one person going, usually a bed sheet will do, okay beach chairs and an umbrella won't hurt, but a towel is the bare minimum.

Third, while you're not wading in the water, you're back on the towel, doing nothing, unless you bring something (e.g., book, cards, frisbee, rackets & ball, ball) to entertain the hours away. If you don't bring something, there's nothing to do but STARE at other people.

Everyone thought the best place to sit and stare at people was at the fountain in Central Park. No, I'm sorry, unfortunately, no one is more anonymous and stared at simultaneously than at a Beach. You not only form one with the crowd, unless you have some explainable outstanding characteristic that is reflects all light into the crowd's vision, you usually are one of the mass when at the beach. You become on the unknown. Everyone is one with the beach. Everyone is busy idling away in their own particular manner, either by lying on their backs, sleeping, reading or watching, playing in the water, or strolling along side the tide, no one stands out, even though EVERYONE stands out.

Okay, this is getting boring. My point is, that when there's nothing else to do, all you CAN do is stare at everyone. Stare, look at what they're doing, saying, behaving. They're little actions, expressions. Sometimes you even look at who they're looking at, as if you're part of the conversation too. It's really weird. There are gorgeous people out there, and just regular Joe's. Thank GOD for the regular Joes. What would happen if all the Regular Joe's didn't have enough confidence and self-esteem and just stayed home, didn't come out and flaunt their blubber to the rest of the world? We'd only be exposed to the drop dead gorgeous men and women, with the perfect pecs, and the perfect skin tone. It would be a little 17 magazine! That would terribly SUCK.

For the people like me, who wear a bathing suit UNDERNEATH the never take off pants and shirt, we're screwed. I do have to say though, that although I was out there, I don't feel all that low. I feel pretty good about myself. Having Hasnain not drop his jaw everytime a purtty girl walked by was nice, definitely a good gesture, and kept up my spirits. Thanks, Jaan~!

But the notion that you can go out there, have fun, regardless of who the ugly warted hairy bellied man or dazzling gorgeous woman in a "yellow polka dot bikini" apply sunscreen right next to you, you gotta get up, and just go have fun, just like a kid.

Every five seconds, a hot guy passes by with his buds, and a beautiful girl skips along the sand faking her playfulness with her accompanying friend (who happens to be a boy), everyone is really checking everyone else out. That's what you do, you go have fun, and then you Mack out. Crazy. I'm glad I dont have those issues to worry about.

No Macking out on the beach, and no, well, is there much harm in checking out people?