Beach Party

Oh yeah, ladies, I’m talking about the dreaded swimsuit shopping. Since we’re getting ready to head to KC for fun and frolic at Worlds of Fun/Oceans of Fun, I decided I’d better darn well get to the store and buy myself a fat-suit… er, I mean a swimsuit. I was feeling particularly plucky on Monday, and decided since I’d gotten a little sun at the ball games, I was looking pretty darn good, and maybe trying on swimsuits wouldn’t be the traumatic experience I was stressing about. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Sorry, I crack myself up sometimes…

So Monday was the Memorial Day, which is apparently a major deal here. Besides all the obvious it is also considered the beginning of summer (translation: that’s when they will put a fee on or raise the fee on pretty much all the beaches).

This weekend, I signed up with the Cal Sailing club, and started windsurfing again.

The loose group of us that go windsurfing at Bude got together recently at Steve’s house to play poker. Karl was there too and it was an excellent night. I got a tad messy and that’s my excuse for bombing out early in all of the games.

Good morning Blogsome! just writing a little somthing something to let you all know that this will be my last blog until next week. I am off to Myrtle Beach to let my hair down, get on somebody’s bike and be in the company of some fine and successful Black men that have bikes! Thats right! I am going to the Black Bikers Week! I am so excited.

During my short beach vacation this last April with my family, I was swimming with my cousins. They were screaming and diving into the waves, begging me to get my hair wet as I trembled waist deep at the sharp, freezing pain of the Atlantic Ocean. As I pondered how they had talked me into this, my thoughts were burst by the sudden question, blurted through salt-choked sea giggles, "Why did you peirce your nipples?"

Yeah right. Not only are the facts wrong (swimsuits are optional), it’s hardly a thing that one must do for a trip to be complete.

Well, end of another wonderful day in Valencia. We had a good 4hrs of sailing and I spent half the time in the mid section of the boat… the dreaded grinding area! It is certainly hard work! I was helping to “initiate” the new Chinese fella Wen Pei in the grinder position. Thierry is the teacher and I am the translator.

La Raymunda and I are on vacation! Starting tomorrow, we will spend the next several days looking for seashells on the beaches and snorkeling off the shores of the British Virgin Islands. We, and some new posts and photos, will return on Monday May 22. Have a great week!

The South Beach Ad Show with La Espanita is done, and now I'm visiting my friends the Dins in Fort Lauderdale. Mi Ya Mi was strange and disorienting: it is bad to land in the US, which confuses me enough, without being in such a schitzo place like Mi Ya Mi.

Launching later this year, the Xbox 360 exclusive title has all the girls from the original out in the tropical waters of Zack’s Island. Players will be able to “satisfy” themselves by racing high performance personal watercrafts, sunbathe on white sand beaches, compete in assorted activities and go-all-in at Zack’s Casino.

Following some good advice, I spent a good portion of last Saturday at Garrettstown beach. The start of the day seemed rather uneventful. It was bitterly cold, hugely windy and the waves were very scrappy/patchy. Not conditions similar to other more eventful trips to Garrettstown. Nevertheless, I stuck around for a few hours; until my grumbling stomach finally got the better of me and I thought I’d retreat for some munchies. How and ever, as it sometimes does, things improved infinitely. On driving past the other end of the beach, I spotted a few lads unrolling and setting up various sails. Aha. Windsurfing! Not only that, kite surfing also! Jackpot…

An amazing example of innovative communication design, this billboard by New Zealand’s Clemenger BBDO won a Bronze Lion at this year’s Cannes. The billboard uses over 12,000 aluminum pegs on a white background to to create images using the sun instead of conventionally printed media. When there is no sunlight the billboard appears to be blank, but in the sunshine a sunbathing woman appears.

Last weekend Connor, Christina and I went to Lake Tahoe for the first time - a real shame considering we have lived within a 3hr drive of this fantastic place for the last 6 years… and have had the opportunity to go every year with the company ski trip.

Today when we were driving home (from, where else, Lake Tahoe! Are you tired of hearing about Lake Tahoe yet?), we were about 20 minutes from our house when J said, “Mommy, I feel like to cry.” He says that sometimes. I asked him why, and he started to tear up, and said, “Because I miss Lake Tahoe.”

Nabi No Koi (Nabbie´s love) is a small movie that I really love, for many reasons. First, it is shot in Okinawa, more specifically in Taketomi-jima, an island 10 minutes from Ishigaki-jima, in the westernmost island chain of Japan, the Yaeyama islands. Taketomi is really a small place, and there is only one little village, typical Ryukyu, and is so beautiful. I spent 2 weeks in Ishigaki, and I visited Taketomi and the beaches many times. It was paradise to me. In Nabi No Koi the action takes place in this island.

Week two and and half onwards has been spent in Jeffrey’s Bay at the Bross’ huge pad. Life in J’Bay is extremely slow paced in this surf town - which I’ve yet to do here because I’m a wuss that doesn’t want to be in the cold water without a wetsuit..ditto with the windsurfing.

Drink beer. Build campfires. Tell glorious tales of sport, women and drunkeness. Bond with my inner Tim Allen-ish man and grunt for no reason. And try not to swamp the canoe at any point...that river water is far too cold.

There is a Hello Kitty bikini now in stores. I was in SF on Saturday and failed to remember to go to the Sanrio store in Union Square. Damn Giants’ game, I was busy looking at the festive crowds. I want it. I want it now.

Blood Bath Pictures is casting for “Bikini Blood Bath 2,” an indie High Def feature horror film starring Debbie Rochon and Rachael Robbins.

A friend of mine just bought a backpackers’ hostel in Zanzibar. It looks like just about one of the most gorgeous places on earth and I can’t wait to visit. Hopefully this mass dolphin stranding won’t have too much impact on their growing tourism industry.

Dahab is apparently well known for its windsurfing and scuba diving. Israelis also frequent the locale, and as a resort town, and one should expect the usual suspects to come forward claiming credit for the attacks considering that these attacks are similar to attacks in Sinai in 2004 or in Sharm el Sheikh in 2005 as well as at other tourist related sites around the world. Here's a hint. It won't be the Quakers.

I’m back from a weekend at the beach. Myrtle beach, that is. I’d never been before, and I still feel like I haven’t. We stayed a little off the beaten path, in a run down hotel at the edge of the strip, so I saw none of the Dolly-Partonesque displays of excess the town is known for. It’d almost be worth it to go during a really busy weekend, just for the spectacle of it. Almost, but not quite.