My Birthday is in less than two weeks. We usually spend the weekend at the beach. For years it was deserted on the second weekend in January.
A few years ago when we arrived at our hotel, we couldn't find a parking place. That night it was hard to sleep because the hall outside our door was filled with kids from about 13 to 18. Apparently, there was some kind of religious retreat for kids in the southeast. I know their young minds should be contemplating on how to spread the Word and make the world a better place, but they were in heat.
The following year it was the same thing.
Even though I'm on Medicare, I'm not an old fogie. I was that age once and I remember what it's like to lust so hard my ears hurt...but when I go to the beach in January for my birthday, I expect it to be a peaceful stay.
So, this year I think we'll do something new. That's not a bad thing. In fact, one of the goals that will go in my book tomorrow night is: Travel to someplace new.
After Jilda and I blog tonight, we will sit down and decided on a destination. I will miss the sunsets, the sand, the shells, the whisper of the surf, and the smell of salty air. But, I will not miss all the panting from kids with raging hormones.
A few years ago when we arrived at our hotel, we couldn't find a parking place. That night it was hard to sleep because the hall outside our door was filled with kids from about 13 to 18. Apparently, there was some kind of religious retreat for kids in the southeast. I know their young minds should be contemplating on how to spread the Word and make the world a better place, but they were in heat.
The following year it was the same thing.
Even though I'm on Medicare, I'm not an old fogie. I was that age once and I remember what it's like to lust so hard my ears hurt...but when I go to the beach in January for my birthday, I expect it to be a peaceful stay.
So, this year I think we'll do something new. That's not a bad thing. In fact, one of the goals that will go in my book tomorrow night is: Travel to someplace new.
After Jilda and I blog tonight, we will sit down and decided on a destination. I will miss the sunsets, the sand, the shells, the whisper of the surf, and the smell of salty air. But, I will not miss all the panting from kids with raging hormones.
