What rapture! what joy! what untold troves of clams! Yes, clams! Millions of them! Waiting to be rounded up and placed into small sand indentations and gawked at! At least, that's the impression I got.
So, Felisa, Becca, Hillary, Kevin and I went to the beach. Yes, I went to the beach. For the first time since I've been living in Sunny SoCal. How absurd!, you may protest. And I wholeheartedly concur.
Rather antimiraculously, we all returned the Proud New Owners of Glowing Red Sunburns. However, we can't really be blamed. You see, we made every possible attempt to protect our Delicate White Skin from the Torturous Rays of the Sun with SPF fifty (50). But alas! it was simply not enough.
In any case, it was a spectacular event, and one that I hope will be oft-repeated in the future. Minus the sunburns, the Big Franks, and the warm pop (soda, for those of you who don't understand the term "pop").