Friday’s playing tourists found Sean and I having greasy spoon brekkie at Helen’s Grill. Not the best breakfast out there, one patrons the mom and pop diner for its mini jukebox players at each booth.
And although the jukeboxes don’t have the variety of Mel’s Drive-In in San Francisco, it was exactly what we were craving this morning. And it’s also fun to find out what each other would choose to listen to. So down comes the quarters on the table. And we were the only 2 in the sea of single blue collared men, gulping down their lunches who cared to play DJ.
A scorcher of a day, not sure what compelled two somewhat sun-adversed people to spent an afternoon laying out at Buntzen Lake, except that it’s picturesque with a beach and a lake and surrounded by forests and mountains. So yes, armed with bottles of water, nibblies and spray can of SPF 30, we drove to Buntzen Lake.
And although there were people there, it wasn’t crazy busy like it would be had we gone on a weekend. It was comfortable with your nearest beach-going neighbours were far enough that you didn’t feel that they were encroaching on your space. It also didn’t feel crowded going for a swim in the lake. In a word: go on a weekday!
Peggy would be so proud of me. Laying out for two whole hours in the sun and not getting all antsy, looking for the nearest shady tree to sit under.
Got some reading in, a couple of dips in the lake and spending a summer afternoon with my favourite guy in the world.
I may become a beach bunny yet.
Erm, wait. Let’s not get carried away now.
As Sean and I have a propensity to burn (him more so than me), I must say, I have to start stockpiling that SPF 30+ sunscreen because we did not turn pink, red, freckled or burned later that night. It’s miracle in a can.
We did however felt drained from laying out in the direct sun for that lengthy amount of time (for us anyways). After washing up, we were both beat. We’re such amateurs.
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