My keying may be off tonight. I've just finished repainting my nails. Why is that important? Because, today I learned an important lesson about combining nail polish with sport sunscreen. Something in the two mixtures does not mix well together.
After slathering myself thoroughly for a trip to the beach with my friends, Deb, Mike, and Ian, I discovered that my fingernails had become sticky, icky, and quite tacky. My beautiful french tips were now picking up everything I got near, including the print from the newspaper I had been scanning. I had words on my fingernails. Then I had gray smears and fuzz as the print was smeared off when I tried to smooth the blanket covering the sofa. I did what I could, but I had already written off the paint job, deciding to remove the foul pastyness on my return.
In the meantime, I chose to ignore the icky mess and enjoy myself at the beach. This was my very first visit to a beach since I got here. I was very excited about it. Especially since I was off and it was actually sunny out.
So, I packed up a bag of beach supplies: a blanket, a towel, my camp chair, and my insulated lunch bag filled with sodas and water. I put on my bathing suit, covered with shorts and t-shirt, and complimented by a thorough layer of the above-mentioned sport sunscreen. I located my sunglasses, hat, sandals, and keys, and I made a pile of these things while I waited for the gang.
When they arrived I couldn't get out of here fast enough. I can't believe I was so eager to go to a beach, though. Unless I have plenty to keep me occupied, I usually don't care much for hanging around in the sun. But it's June in Florida and there has been an almost constant cloud cover from the daily showers and thunderstorms. Even a bat like me has to come out of the cave every now and then to wince at the sun.
We road the 30 minutes to Cocoa Beach, where I stayed when I came down for my interview. We parked in the free parking garage by Ron Jon surf shop and carried our various gear to the beach which was already filled with tourists, surfers, and various locals. We found a spot very close to the entrance that was relatively uncrowded and set ourselves up.
The very first thing I noticed (once I was finished futzing with my blanket and chair) was the sky, followed closely by the water. I never believed the beautiful blue-green water was real, but it is. And the sky, as I have said before, was brilliant with its menagerie of cloud types. Most of the clouds were very distant, but they had so much sky that they seemed like giant ships cruising through a vast ocean in the air. They were gorgeous. Mike and Ian took pictures for me, and I look forward to seeing them.
I'm not sure how much time we actually spent out there, but it was apparently quite enough for me. In spite of my caution in applying a thick coat of sunscreen (waterproof spf 45), and reapplying while there, I still managed to get burned. I am sitting here, leaning forward while I type, to avoid having my back touch anything firmer than the braless shirt I am now wearing. Work will be interesting tomorrow, I'm sure. At least I don't have to wear pantyhose.
But, I am very glad I made it to the beach. My apartment is on the water, but not on a beach. So it was a special treat for me to see it finally.
And now my nails appear to be dry enough to go figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow (and how I'll wear a bra) so that I can get ready for bed.
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