We had a great table from which to enjoy one of these:
|I only took one photo, because I said to myself: "Self, you take so many sunset photos! Just watch it." So I did.|
|A cousin! Straight from Boston! As I live and breathe.|
That great table was in Mission Beach, a spectacle that must be shown to every visiting dignitary. The next day, we decided to meet in OB. Because it's better. It was another gorgeous day, clear and bright with nary a cloud in the sky. I did take one photo, but I'm not going to show it to you because it was a picture of all the butts that were lying on the beach in front of me that I sent to my friend Janet with the caption: "Look at all the butts." It was not exactly artistic, but believe me when I tell you that it revealed, in addition to the butts, a bright blue sky.
I should have sent those butts to Kevin in an effort to hurry him along to meet us, because as it turns out, the idyllic day was about to change. The lifeguards came over the speaker, as they are wont to do, and said: "Attention on the beach and in the water, looks like the fog is rolling in blahblahblah something something."
So we all looked out there, and sure enough a bank of fog was poised way the hell out on the horizon, inching forward toward our certain doom.
A few minutes later, I thought to grab a photo
|The peeps are curious, but still lounging. Look at that guy holding his kid aloft in one hand!|
|Now peeps are starting to discuss the situation, as the pier is swallowed up right before our eyes. See that trio on the left? Those are the owners of the butts.|
|And now it's Armageddon. Except for those guys, they are playing frisbee.|
|And except for some crazy lunatics out in the ocean, despite their mother's emphatic waving and freezing demeanor.|
|Indoors. That's just wrong. Where are you Beth? Where's Capri? Where's Cale? DID THE FOG CONSUME EVERYONE?|
See, everyone? See? SEE HOW WE SUFFER?