and i thought crabs were the problem...

ok, not THOSE crabs... the water kind... recall posts last summer about how one little bastard got me pretty good and i have the scar on my ankle to show it. this summer, the war seems to be me and the jellyfish. those little bastards! in the space of, oh, saturday, i got hit by it/them no fewer than seven times. and while six of the seven weren't SO bad, the one on my left shin smarted for about four or five hours. it's ok, they'll get theirs, they do every august when the wash up on shore and i mock their semi-lifeless bodies. if i can, i kick them back to the ocean, live and let live, right? no. this time it's personal.

big daddy here got a ton o' sun this weekend, despite wearing spf 1000, and i have to say i think i look pretty nifty. nothing says summer like the beach hangover of a suntan. saturday was filled with boating, beer from about 11a until 3a the following day, and a ton of people. the party that night was right nice, but it was totally with the cool kids from high school... i was waiting for the cheerleader and the football jock to hook up, but it didn't happen. there was, however, the mafia couple and the token 1. haus frau, 2. sci fi geek (but not e.i.c.'s), 3. stoner, 4. the other stoner, 5. u.e.s. deb (sans froufrou yip yip little white fluffy dog, which i know was a doggie day care back on the u.e.s.), 6. her whipped unich (sp?) of a bf, and 7. the ambiguously gay homophobe. she was fun, was most concerned with not getting the 'gay' double espresso vodka for the party, because she didn't want the drinks to be 'gay.' sweetie, the only thing gayer at the party than me was, well, did you plan you shirt, belt, and flip flops to match like i?

riiight.

all in all, excellent weekend, sans the jf. who knows what this weekend will bring, perhaps a repeat, who knows. one thing is for certain, with my afternoon runs and weekends in the sun, big daddy here is well on his way to browndom. i love the summer...