As a pasty-skinned person who lacks melanin, I generally hate the sun. Like a vampire at dawn, I generally do everything I can to stay away from direct sunlight because the reflection of sun against my skin is blinding to bystanders, but also causes more trouble than it's worth. If I'm not white, I'm red and vice versa.
Yesterday I was at the beach for half the day, sitting in direct sunlight with, I've come to realise now, not enough sunscreen on. Usually it's my hair part or leftside neck that comes away with a burn, but yesterday it was just the tops of my arms. It isn't a painful one, but I'm still annoyed that I didn't spray down enough to prevent this kind of trouble. I've come to like my consistently white colour.
But being at the beach was kind of lovely. We ate fruit (cherries, raspberries, strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, grapes) and hydrated with water, and awaited the arrival of the promised cupcakes for Tangiene's birthday party. It's surprising what some people will wear to the beach; one of the peripheral hipsters wore head-to-toe black (shoes & socks included) and looked nervously at his locked-up fixed gear as though someone was going to steal it. Amusing.
After arriving back home to a barrage of instructions from my group regarding our assignment, I set back to the homework, but only until an invitation for drinks came in. I wound up being a little late anyway, despite SoMa being so ridiculously close, because of additional last-minute changes to the assignment. (I kind of hate group assignments; no in-person group functions solely by wiki and email, leaving all sorts of weird lag time and miscommunications by those who cannot express what they want in writing.) I decided it could wait for a couple of hours.
The combination of sun all day, no dinner (I ate all afternoon!), and the low-level stress I general run on resulted in the first pint going straight to my head. The second was just for good measure. Still, I found out that C'est La Vie on Main often has fantastically cute dresses, thanks to our always lovely barmaiden Gemma's advice, and that the other barkeep whom we adore has recently started seeing someone, which is sad news, indeed. (Again, no single boys in the 'hood.) I was still home early enough to comb through citations for what seemed like hours before our midnight deadline.
Today is a short shift on strike duty, smack dab in the middle of the day. Since both sides are (finally!) back at the table, it's possible (though not likely) we may be back to work by week's end. So I guess I've got to make the most of the time away from the desk, which means visits with girlfriends I haven't seen much of lately and a trip to Commercial for some attractive and flavourful tomatoes. (I found a recipe for tomato bread pudding that I really want to try ASAP. It will also mean a trip to that little shop that you have to buzz to get in, but I adore the shopkeep owner, so it's worth the effort.)
Here comes the sun.
Currently listening :
Trailer Park Hip Hop
By Hip Club Groove
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