Winter Beach

How was everyone’s holidays? Did you get a lot of gifts? Spoiler alert: I got no gifts. Blehhh. Probably on Santa’s naughty list this year. My cousin on the other hand, had boxes and boxes, and bags and bags of presents. Lucky bitch.

On Christmas Eve, Club President took me out to the beach! I’ve always wanted to go to a winter beach. It’s a time when the water’s beautiful but ice cold. She drove an hour down to pick me up from my house, and drove the both of us over to the coast. It’s been raining these past few days, and the air outside is frosty enough to start pricking your cheeks and turning them neon red. I was surprised that she’s so willing to make the drive down to pick me up. Since with my other friends I’m more used to being the designated driver, it felt nice to be able to sit back and watch the scenery.

We talked about a lot of random stuff; about her boyfriend, about upcoming Christmas, and our own little secrets. That morning, I got up pretty early because I’m usually a very punctual person. If we’re meeting at 10, I will be ready at 9:45. But…it turns out she isn’t. I am not one to complain though. If she’s willing to make such a far drive down to see me and is willing be act as DD for the ENTIRE trip, she can be as late as she wants. She came a little over an hour late and was apologizing profusely when I got in the car.

On the road, we went through a forest which had super tall trees. The roads were a bit windy but not too bad. Driving along the cliff side coast gave us great views to look at, although, Club President’s eyes were a bit more preoccupied on the road. Before we got to our destination, we stopped by a place in the city to grab a bite. To fit in the theme of “the ocean”, we ate at a seafood restaurant. She ordered the fish and chips, while I had the white clam chowder in a bread bowl.

Okay, this is where I’m a bit confused. When we were getting our drinks, she got a water and I decided I wanted to mix lemonade and Sprite. The lemonade that came out of the faucet looked okay, but when I spritzed in the Sprite, I saw little black dots coming out of the spout. I’ve heard rumors of soda machines that don’t get properly washed and begin to develop black mold, so I figured it was that. When I brought the cup closer to my face, I discovered…hair? No. LEGS! The black dots were DEAD ants! I immediately poured out my cup and just filled it with water instead. Club President was already back to her seat. I wasn’t going to drink it either way, but I didn’t see a trash can to throw the cup, and I thought if I brought an empty cup back, she would question it. This is my confusion. In these situations, do I tell the other party what I saw? If we didn’t pay yet then that may be a different story because we could just walk out, but we already gave them our money. I probably should’ve said something right? That seems like the most obvious answer. I’m just more stuck on, “blissful ignorance? Or no?” Because if she doesn’t know about it, she can enjoy the food without a care in the world. Also I don’t know how we might’ve handled it afterwards. Okay the more I type this out, the more I’m understanding I may have been a complete bitch for not saying anything.

Anyways, our food came out and we both started to munch. I was munching very carefully…. and suspiciously. Also, I did think of, “What if she saw it too in her drink and also didn’t say anything?” Besides that, we ate our food. And back on the road we went. In the car, I started looking at Yelp reviews on their page. There was a normal mix of reviews but NONE of the one star reviews mentioned the cleanliness (or lack thereof) of the establishment. The five star reviews just said how good it was, yet the one star reviews talked about how bland it was. Pretty contradictory, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. Maybe the dead ants are just a fluke.

On the way to the beach, there wasn’t a lot of traffic (as expected). Everyone else was probably at home for Christmas already or somewhere warmer. The only people we did see there were fishermen and surfers. Honestly the surfers looked so cool. After some turns and reverses, we parked the car and made our way onto the sand. Getting down the cliff slope was pretty difficult. We had to balance on unstable rocks before hitting the bottom. We took off our shoes and made a run for it to the water. Ahhh fuck it was colder than anticipated. How were surfers in the water for so long? My toes wanted to shrivel up and dig into the sand for warmth. Even though the water and winds were icy cold, it was still nice to have the sun in the sky. It was high and bright, and its rays painted the water’s surface. The sun’s dazzling and shining reflection on the water made it just as difficult to look straight out into the sea with fear of going blind.

We splashed our feet in the water a little, and it may be cheesy to say but, I remember looking at her with endearing eyes. Maybe it’s because of how sweet and pure she seems, it kinda makes me want to take care of her like she’s my little sister. If I were to describe her, she seems like she’s a version me with all of my bad qualities taken out. She thinks of others and tries to make everyone happy, but also because of that, she seems to get taken advantaged by others pretty easily. She’s more assertive than I am, so she can take care of herself just fine, but I see myself in her sometimes. I guess that’s why it makes me so fond of her.

Anyways, we spent the day walking on the coast of the beach, deep enough past our ankles, but still somewhat dry. I tried picking up seashells along the way and even though this was a beach known for crustacean fishing, there were not a lot of shells. We were there for a good 3 hours before we went back to the car. Since I’m chubby, I can handle the cold just fine, but Club President kept sniffling as soon as the sun started going down. Before leaving, we each took Polaroid photos to commemorate the day. Sadly, we didn’t get one of us together since it's pretty hard to do a selfie with that type of camera, but we managed with 2 solo shots.

On the way home, we stopped by for dinner at Olive Garden. This location was not the best, but it will suffice since we were both really hungry after walking so much.

TLDR: Santa can suck my dick, but at least I had Club President to spend the day with me.