Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Smells like the beach


I say it a lot recently, but I really don't know where the time goes. I don't have time to blog; I don't have time to work (!); I don't have time to watch movies or write reviews. And I have had very little time to visit all my blogpals, so MASSIVE APOLOGIES to you all, but I'm trying to make good.

Anyway... today I will work. I have a lot to do. The frustrating thing about work is that some clients piss you about. And when you get pissed about and screwed over, it makes you feel like not working on people's jobs, y'know? But I've got to, so I will.

I must say, though, I feel a bit queasy. Last night I had Indian food for the first time since my food-poisoning episode. And we ate it with some Prosecco (Italian sparkling wine; Champagne and Prosecco go great with Indian, in case you don't know). This was also the first alcohol to have passed my lips in more than a week. I feel delicate. Not ill; not relapse stylee. Just "maybe I shouldn't have done it"-ish. But you gotta get back on the horse sometime, right? So I saddled up, baby...!

What a great weekend it was, though, here in the southeast of England. Red said to me on Friday night, "Let's go to Whitstable tomorrow, since it's going to be so lovely." I agreed. We often go to Whitstable on a weekend for a constitutional stroll to get some blood moving through our veins. What she meant -- and what I didn't fully realize until we got there (don't ask why; I'm an idiot. And it led to some degree of upset) -- was to spend the whole day. Like going for a day at the seaside. Despite my being ill prepared, we made the most of a bad lot and enjoyed it while we were there.


Since Sunday was due to be nice, we made a pact to do it again properly the next day. In the United States they have a great term that we don't seem to use here in the UK: "do-over". I'm a big fan of the do-over. Something goes wrong, hell, let's have a do-over, and this time we'll get it right. And get it right we did on Sunday!


We took the parasol from the garden, a couple of bath towels, appropriate head gear (Red's Yankees baseball cap and my trusty tattoo-style bandanna, instead of the shirt I used on Saturday, seen in the pic at top), swimwear, and just enough money to buy lunch, and off we set. We didn't take the camera because we wanted to spend some time in the water. It's a shame in hindsight, because it is nice having photos of when you're being dorks! It was a fun day out.

Whitstable's beach is a pebbly beach, and it is painful as hell walking to and from the sea. It's also amazing how shallow and deep the water gets. During the mid-morning we commented how safe it is for children, since you have to walk for miles in the water to get even your ankles wet; but after lunch it was impossible to touch the seafloor after just a few feet.

I had ice cream! And I wore my black Chuck Taylors in the sea (picture by Red below). I had no other footwear, and the pebbles were slaying me, man. Red says, "You can't not come in just because it's painful. Put your shoes on." She was right. (It's not just that it was painful. I have got the most sensitive soles of feet in Christendom, I swear. My feet cannot be touched. I will accidentally kick you in the face if you touch my feet. Accidentally, mind.)


So, two days on the beach. And I got a little burned, but only really around my feet, so that's okay.

On Friday I guess I must have worked some. I also watched the previous week's episode of The Shield in preparation for that night's. I love The Shield. And I finished reading my book (more on that soon). We also laughed about the dorks we made of ourselves with Eamonn at The Globe. I dunno what else...

Oh yeah, and here are some pics I promised from The Globe.


Desdemona and Othello alive and well and gettin' jiggy with it at the curtain call.


The stage at The Globe.


Eamonn humouring two adoring fans -- i.e., Red and me. (He's much more smiley over here at Red's blog.)


An autographed programme.

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13 Comments:

Blogger Glamourpuss said...

For someone who's time poor, you seem to be doing pretty well! Grand Days Out are a must and it's good to see you capitalised on the potential.

I haven't been to Whitstable for a while but am very fond of it - the brightly coloured beach huts, fish and chips on the beach and lacerated soles - ah, the memories...

Puss

07 August, 2007 10:37  
Blogger Milla said...

Ah yes, lovely lovey week-end it was! Pity you didn't take a picture of you in the water with the All Stars...ohhh I would have loved to see that!

07 August, 2007 10:51  
Blogger Milla said...

Oh sorry I forgot: you look very sexy in the first picture. If I were Red, I would print that picture and post it on my bedside table.

07 August, 2007 10:52  
Blogger * (asterisk) said...

G/puss: You're right, I have been busy, but being busy away from the desk means blogging and work suffer!

Milla: I know, but we wanted to travel light and not leave valuables on the beach when in the water. I'll send you a picture that Red drew of the occasion. And I'll tell Red to print it that sexy photo of me! Ha ha.

07 August, 2007 12:15  
Blogger Karen said...

Eeew you smell like seaweed and fish poop. Yuck :) Ignore me, I'm just jealous. It's been years since I've dipped a toe in the sea.

Sounds like you had a good time (despite having to use a "do-over"). And remember, in order to be productive at your desk, you have to occasionally break away from it.

07 August, 2007 12:28  
Blogger My Reflecting Pool said...

As a kid I used Do-over all the time. As an adult, I wish I could use it.

The beach, the show, the relaxation all sound wonderful.

07 August, 2007 14:49  
Blogger * (asterisk) said...

Karen: I probably did, but I hope not now! I like that motto, but I fear I break away from it too often sometimes...

RefPo: You can use do-over. Go on, why not? It's been a good few days, yep.

07 August, 2007 15:42  
Blogger Martha Elaine Belden said...

sounds like a fabulous weekend! i love that you and red still find to get out and about and spend fun weekends together.

and good for you for "getting back on the horse" ... i hope you feel 100% again soon.

07 August, 2007 16:09  
Blogger furiousBall said...

Wow, the Globe! Man, that's great. BTW, did you realize there was a cyclops octopus near your Chucks?

07 August, 2007 17:01  
Blogger * (asterisk) said...

Martha: We like to make the effort, y'know?

F/ball: That's one scary octopus, right?! Yeah, The Globe was cooool.

07 August, 2007 18:56  
Blogger lightupvirginmary said...

I like your 'question of sport' style mystery photos.

07 August, 2007 22:40  
Blogger * (asterisk) said...

LUVM: Well, y'know, I'm anonymous, ain't I?

08 August, 2007 10:59  
Blogger Candy Minx said...

Fantastic what a wonderful exciting post to read and about your last few days. Glad you are feeling better even with a suppressed appetite. The beach sounds great...and good idea wearing your shoes! I love the drawing by Red, what a hoot.

The Globe looks incredible...put that down on the list of things I want to visit! I love the picture of Des and Oth all alive and well and smiling. Good post! I'm glad you got away from work for a bit...

08 August, 2007 16:49  

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