…and it was suggested I put the story in my blog. So there it is. The last time I told that story was as an icebreaker at the ritzy rehearsal dinner for a wedding I officiated. (The couple’s parents were Jewish and Christian, but my couple wanted a Buddhist-like wedding.) I figured if I could get all the newly-introduced parents to laugh together, things might go better the next day. Yeah, I know. I’m a martyr…but hey, it worked.
Badfish wrote that he had lived in San Diego eons ago so I responded to that but somehow lost my response AND now can’t even find his comment!
I’ll take the blogging course soon so I have a clue what I am doing. Not that it will guarantee success. Apparently, I have very bad computer karma, or a strange electronic field around me that often causes computer malfunction and death if I so much as wave my hands close to the keyboard. Seriously. When I got a new laptop last year, everyone in my household could make it work just fine, but me? No such luck. It was a mystery that so intrigued the Microsoft Store Assistant Manager, that arrangements were made for a house-call (unheard of) to witness the phenomenon.
I grew up in San Diego (Pacific Beach) but have lived in the glorious Northwest now for many years. I still have places and people to visit in North County (Cardiff, Del Mar, Carlsbad, etc.) which I do as often as I can. You and I had an exchange before about beaches and you said “if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all”…or something equally jaded. So I started searching through old photos I’ve taken because beaches are one of my favorite subjects.
This is totally an experiment. Here goes.
Kinda blurry but I hope you get the idea.
Oh and you asked if I ever found some beaded thongs for that formal beach wedding. Here they are.
Please excuse the sexy socks. It’s freezing here!!!
I wonder if it’s too early for a Hot Buttered RUM! It is New Year’s Eve after all.
Kathie (of chosenperspectives)
sorry about the flu but hoping some beach love is re-awakened!
I was to attend a fancy Maui beach wedding once which required “formal beach wear”. Found an appropriate dress but not shoes so shopped several high-end boutiques in Carlsbad, CA asking sweet young sales girls if they sold “beaded thongs”, meaning, of course, the shoe variety. Hey, I thought a flip flop with beads could pass for dressy!
The embarrassed looks on the faces of these young women, thirty years (as well as pounds) my junior, were confusing…but priceless once I figured out what they were picturing as they looked at me (and not at my feet!)
Thanks for the vicarious visit to the beach.