befabulo.us: Vaycay

The nice thing about living three miles from the beach is that as soon as I have a scrap of free time, it feels like I'm on vacation. Even an evening or a Saturday spent at the beach feels like a vacation, so a three day weekend? Totally feels like a vacation, without any of the annoyances of traveling.

I went to the beach four times this weekend. Three different beaches, four visits. Three picnic dinners, one thermal travel mug full of morning coffee, and many, many bikinis. (I'd thought I'd bought too many bikinis when I went crazy over the figleaves.com 90% off sale. No. Now that summer is here, my lifestyle is bikini-intensive. I'm watching Figleaves for more sales.) Two of the beaches I visited were our normal beaches, the ones we can get to in under 10 minutes of driving, the ones we go to all the time, but on Sunday evening we went to the beach that recently claimed the #2 spot on Dr. Beach's List of America's Most Awesomest Beaches. (I made up the name of the list. I think it might actually be called something boring like "America's Best Beaches.") Second place is a respectable showing, but because the #1 beach is in Hawaii, this beach is actually the best beach in the continental United States. Oh yeah. And while the #1 beach is a long, long flight away, it took us exactly 30 minutes to get from our house to the #2 beach, and that includes the time we spent crawling around the parking lot looking for a space.

I am getting very tan.