Ah, the joys of Spring Break in coastal Florida. All these lovely lads descend upon our state from up north, with their rippling bellies, carved chests, and bulging biceps. What a sight! (Okay, plenty of girls come here too, in their bikinis, but I’m not looking at them.)
After writing all morning, then doing yard work for three hours, I took a 45-minute walk on our island’s Gulf front beach. Aye-yi-yi. Spring Breakers were everywhere, lying on blankets, tossing frisbees, skimboarding or just walking the shore. The guys are all wearing boardshorts, of course, which aren’t the most revealing of attire, but I’m not complaining. It’s free entertainment.
I even did my civic duty this afternoon and stopped by our local polling place to vote in our city election. I always feel good about voting. We should all exercise our right to participate in democracy, at every opportunity. That’s how I feel, anyway.
Now it’s five PM and time to crack open a beer. It’s beautiful outside, about 75 degrees, with the lightest of breezes. We’ll have a nice sunset tonight, I’m sure, and I plan to watch it at the beach.
I picked up fresh shrimp at our local seafood market, right after voting, and I’ll make a seafood pasta dish for my boyfriend and I tonight. There’s a bottle of Napa Valley Savignon blanc chilling in the fridge, and I think I may enjoy a vodka/tonic with a lime twist, sometime before dinner. On an evening like this I feel I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.
Wherever you are this evening, thanks for stopping by the blog, and have a nice Tuesday night.