Beach! Considering how excited I am, one would assume I was going somewhere a little more exotic than the New Jersey Shore. Whatever. The beach is the beach, and this is probably the only time I'll get to go this year not counting Coney Island, which I don't. I know people who have gone swimming there and claim it's fine, but I'm still convinced I would end up with multiple rashes and a mysterious respiratory disease.
In any case, I'm off! I have packed both a one-piece and a two-piece. While the bikini is much cuter, I tried it on last week and freaked out because the bottoms dug into my side fat a little, and I became convinced that everyone on the beach would mistake me for some sort of prehistoric sea blob. My backup is a black one-piece that features a cableknit pattern that I'm pretty sure wasn't even in style when I bought it five years ago. In either case, the forecast on the beach this weekend calls for scorching HOTNESS.
In any case, I'm off! I have packed both a one-piece and a two-piece. While the bikini is much cuter, I tried it on last week and freaked out because the bottoms dug into my side fat a little, and I became convinced that everyone on the beach would mistake me for some sort of prehistoric sea blob. My backup is a black one-piece that features a cableknit pattern that I'm pretty sure wasn't even in style when I bought it five years ago. In either case, the forecast on the beach this weekend calls for scorching HOTNESS.
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