Let me preface this post to say I am right brained individual so while planning our last-night-at-the-beach pictures I didn’t bother to consider the sun was not going to be setting where it had been rising. Ahem. We got out to the beach and I was all, “Where is the sun?! Why is it over there?!” I could have spared you this detail to make myself look more intelligent or less ditzy, but where’s the fun in that? Keepin’ it real. I wish I could have snapped a picture of E’s face when those words came out of my mouth.
“WHAT? Patty, the sun is over there – that’s where it’s staying.”
“Whaaaat!”
“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It can’t rise and set in the same place. I’m pretty sure I learned that when I was 10 years old.”
“I’m old, okay?! 10 years old was a long time ago!”
Apparently turning 30 means I get to blame my lapses in common sense on my age. Hurrah.
However, in this case I obviously am aware the sunrise and sunset are not going to be in the same place and I should have thought it out better, but again… right sided. So, we just had to settle for the ocean in the background without the sunrise (oh the struggle).
This picture about sums up our friendship
Erika really liked taking pictures of me being “candid” – nutty is more like it.
After we finished our photography session (I am sure we entertained plenty of beach goers running back and forth to the tripod to make sure everything was still looking okay) E and I were walking back to the condo when she said:
“Man, I am really tempted to jump into the pool.”
Honestly, I don’t know what was said after this but all I know is at some point between walking back to our room and actually getting into the room I had agreed to cannon ball into the pool. In the dark. And, it wasn’t exactly warm.
We tried to get the camera to record a video but considering it was pitch black by the pool and I’m not a videographer, we decided it was probably best not to have evidence of what was about to occur. For the next 10 minutes, I jumped up and down and simulated some boxing moves (still waiting to actually get to punch the living daylights out of an inanimate object) while talking myself into jumping into the pool.
“I can do this! It’s not a 40 foot cliff dive. This is easy! I’m a grownup. I can do this! I’m ready! Yeah! I’m ready!”
Okay, sidebar: E and I went cliff diving 40-50 feet up in the air off some jagged rocks back when we were in college. It took about an hour for us to actually jump. Naturally, E was all, “If Patty does it, I’ll do it!” What am I, the barometer for stupid antics? People think if I do something then it’s okay and they can do it, too. This is either good or bad. I haven’t decided.
E is doubled over laughing at me and grabbing my hand because she wanted to make sure I didn’t “abandon” her. She thought I was going to let her jump alone. Psht. Please. I wouldn’t do that…
So then I told her she needed to count to 3.
“1…2…3…” nobody jumped. This was going to take all night.
Back to the hopping up and down. E is talking about the Blood Moon and what if we die. Dramatics. I feel sorry for the poor woman sitting by the pool probably trying to have a relaxing evening. I’m sure she thought we were skunk drunk but this just goes to show you there is no need for alcohol when you have two crazy people at the beach.
We counted to three one more time and took the plunge.
Little tidbit: If someone actually gets me to do something like this chances are I want to push it a little further. For example… my new excursions into hiking has turned into me wanting to “just find some spot in the woods off the road to camp.” I get a little crazy.
So, naturally… I suggested running into the ocean under the Blood Moon. Now it was my turn to try and convince her this was okay.
“But, there are sharks!”
“No there aren’t. Sharks aren’t around here!” (not entirely true but not entirely a lie)
“Yes there are! Did you see how close those dolphins were to the shore?”
“Nah. Sharks aren’t going to get us. Come on!”
“You can run into the ocean but I’m not getting eaten by a shark.”
We started half running/half walking down to the beach. E was being practical:
“We need a flashlight.”
“The moon is our flashlight!”
You can see who is the logical one and who is the loose cannon.
We got down to the beach and I ran in first. I’ll admit once my body was halfway in the water I thought “okay maybe this is dumb” because then my imagination starts thinking about a Great White Shark grabbing my leg and pulling me under for his Easter supper.
We survived.
LOOK AT THAT MOON!
After traipsing back up the room we got ready for dinner and headed to The CharBar Co. for burgers. I got their most popular, The Champ, and some truffle fries. I thought it was awesome and would highly recommend going if you’re a gourmet burger fan.
It really was an adventurous day. We headed to bed late, full of new and fun memories and looking forward to an Easter sunrise service on the beach.
Part 5 coming soon…
