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Making Plans for Nigel

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Tonight’s bulletin or rambling diatribe is brought to you courtesy of the good graces of Bill. It turned out to be a beach day after all. Julio had two cousins who planned two separate parties and he opted to go to neither and head for the beach. A fantastic idea I felt when I heard it last night. It turned out to be a wonderful day for it after all. We had a later start than usual, yet everything worked out perfectly. We expected to be shut out of the free parking lot but oddly enough we had no problem getting a spot at 11:30.

On the way we stopped off at Foodtown as usual and bought provisions for the beach. I purchased a six pack of Heineken as well as a sandwich and some watermelon, sodas and cookies. A well balanced beach diet. Julio and Stine stocked up on cherries, water and salads. We walked along the beach carrying a cooler, umbrellas and various beach chairs. The ocean was incredible, very high waves, maybe about 8 to 10 feet high. Julio and I were in the 78 degree water for quite a bit today.

Just floating in the water required a lot of attention to the ocean. If you weren’t paying attention you would just get smacked down by the waves that towered over your head. One misstep and you’d find yourself face first into the sand and stones. And more than likely head over heels. It can be funny to see happen to someone and even funnier when it happens to you. Julio and I were laughing at each other quite a bit, while Stine stood at the shoreline, overawed and a bit frightened by the size of the waves.

We turned and tried to convince Stine to join us when out of the corner of my eye I see a wall of water. I yelled ‘OH SHIT’ and dove into it at the last minute. Julio got through barely. Once again, ‘OH SHIT’, followed by ‘OH SHIT’. Three consecutive waves and we made it through each one. Stine wound up getting soaked from head to toe, soaked by the crashing waves.

We adjourned underneath three umbrellas Julio and I concentrating on Heinekens Stine stretching out in the sun with her water. The three of us had a really good game of Frisbee really hitting a good rhythm as we tossed the disc around and around. Stine’s really improved her throwing and Julio was getting better, throwing it close enough so that the Chewbacca catches weren’t too frequent. We’d work up a sweat and then run into the water again.

Eventually it was time to go, but not without one more go round of Frisbee. After that we packed up and made it back to the car. We drove around Rumson for a spell, Stine has designs on buying a house down there. She picks up some free Real Estate catalogs at the Foodtown and reads them on the beach. then as we head towards the Parkway we drive through whatever towns had a house that looked promising on paper.

I told them about my dream as we ate ice cream. My dream of finally having friends that own a house down the shore. I hope my dream comes true.

The Dream’s Dream

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Slept in this morning, until 9:00. Felt good. Took my time getting my act together. Bill was at a class for voiceover work. I made some coffee and took a shower. Watched a little bit of the Today show before I ventured out to get bagels and the papers. I called up Julio to see if he wanted some bagels. Sesame he said. I got in line, thankfully no one I knew. Not very conversant despite the coffee. I was in a good mood anyway. Got the papers at Jenkins on Washington Street, greeting the guy behind the counter with ‘Namaste’. A Hindu greeting.

They get a kick out of hearing myself or Bill saying it. I guess not many non-Indian people say it. I walked back, the sun was so strong at 10:00 so I walked in the shade. I thought about going for a bike ride, but the strength of the sun dispelled that idea. I hung the bagels in a bag on Julio and Stine’s door. Julio opened the door and said thanks. I asked him if the beach was still on for tomorrow, and he said depends on the weather. One thing I do during the summer months is constantly check the weather on weekends and told him it was supposed to be something like 87 degrees. Perfect.

I came home and made some eggs, had some more coffee and read the papers. After that it was laundry. I finished reading the papers and thought about my solo session with Philip Beansprout last night. It was mentioned last week, for reasons that are beyond me that I have anger issues. I suppose I do. I don’t suffer fools gladly and tend to react than to step back and analyze the situation at hand. I have gotten better as I’ve gotten older I think and have retroactive moments of embarrassment and guilt from things in my past.

I do have a slight problem with the sessions being on a Friday evening. It’s at the end of the day at the end of the week and occasionally zone out due to exhaustion and an inability to decompress after the work day like I usually do when walking down to the World Trade Center Path train and smoking a cigar on the nearly empty streets of Tribeca.

I decompressed after the session walking down Sixth Avenue smoking my Padron listening to Ray Charles, one of the files I downloaded at work. I walked to 33rd Street and sat in the second car, which was empty and quite cold. I wasn’t alone for long, other people discovered it, including a retro tight jeans queen who really cruised me. I was flattered.

Met up with Bill outside of Arthur’s on Washington Street where we quickly devoured some steaks and some pints of Guinness. It was a beautiful evening, lot’s of people walking around. A nice breeze passed through the sidewalk tables as we walked home. After that we just hung out and watched TV, winding up in each other’s arms in bed.

Found out from Julio that we might not be going due to a cousin’s birthday, which is good for the cousin but sucks for me. If that’s the case then tomorrow will be a bike riding day. Don’t worry I’ll stretch. Just wish my camera were fixed.