Thursday: Burn, Baby, Burn.
Aug. 17th, 2011 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWe took the girls to the beach the next day, where Omaha and I got fairly straightforward sunburns, ate ice-cream, and basically spent much of the day goofing off. People-watching at the beach is sometimes fun, although you know it when you see a woman going past with the best breasts money could buy.
I'd forgotten just how pervy Florida can be. Along with all the attorneys, there are drive-through liquor stores, zillions of "gentlemen's clubs," and so many "adult bookstores" you'd think the Internet had never happened.
Omaha and I have observed that most people are consumers of the Internet. They think it "just happened" and they're pleased to pay for it and have it work. We're spoiled in Seattle the way Detroiters are spoiled about motorcars; we know it won't keep working without a few Morlocks to keep it going.
We drove around to some of Omaha's haunts this time: her old high-school, a favored park, and so on.
Dinner was at a steak house with Omaha's dad and his wife. They're both lovely people, much more at home in their skins than my mother is in hers.
We got back to the apartment and I slathered Omaha's back with aloe & lidocane ointment, because she was reddening up terribly. We put the giggling girls to bed and slept ourselves.
I'd forgotten just how pervy Florida can be. Along with all the attorneys, there are drive-through liquor stores, zillions of "gentlemen's clubs," and so many "adult bookstores" you'd think the Internet had never happened.
Omaha and I have observed that most people are consumers of the Internet. They think it "just happened" and they're pleased to pay for it and have it work. We're spoiled in Seattle the way Detroiters are spoiled about motorcars; we know it won't keep working without a few Morlocks to keep it going.
We drove around to some of Omaha's haunts this time: her old high-school, a favored park, and so on.
Dinner was at a steak house with Omaha's dad and his wife. They're both lovely people, much more at home in their skins than my mother is in hers.
We got back to the apartment and I slathered Omaha's back with aloe & lidocane ointment, because she was reddening up terribly. We put the giggling girls to bed and slept ourselves.
