tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524377.post114275464685358464..comments2023-07-14T07:58:23.792-04:00Comments on More Than My Luggage: Just BeachyDennis!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08221557848747905966noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524377.post-1142996927060151622006-03-21T22:08:00.000-05:002006-03-21T22:08:00.000-05:00Steve: I've always wondered how much fun it would...Steve: I've always wondered how much fun it would be to work at a beach over a summer. Back when I was a teenager, of course. Not so much now.<BR/><BR/>MG: Do you go to Dewey often? I could totally wingman for you sometime. Gives me more of a sense of purpose at Starboard.<BR/><BR/>Ryan: Seeing as you are my one-night fuck fantasy, you are more than welcome to hang out sometime. Let me know. :)Dennis!https://www.blogger.com/profile/08221557848747905966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524377.post-1142977231460982582006-03-21T16:40:00.000-05:002006-03-21T16:40:00.000-05:00That makes me think about the time the family went...That makes me think about the time the family went on vacation to Provicetown, Massachusetts. There was a moment when the when everybody split up and did their own thing, so I'm just walking around town alone - and I'm like 16, by the way. When the night started, I was <I>really</I> creeped out. I was getting a little too many looks from dudes. By midnight, I was on rollerblades and smiling from ear to ear. Being uncomforable in situations really doesn't last long with me - because I will eventually just throw myself in. In this case, I partyed with a bunch of gay dudes! I don't give a shit about it anymore. Is there room in the hottub for me?Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13251425201057986943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524377.post-1142870315429711782006-03-20T10:58:00.000-05:002006-03-20T10:58:00.000-05:00It sounds like a fun trip-- getting a break from h...It sounds like a fun trip-- getting a break from here can always be a good thing. And I have a similar relationship with the beach-- I love to go, but I often feel weird about the meat market vibe, like I'm too old for this crap. And then I look at all the 40-somethings in cut-offs drinking Budweisers and remember, no, I'm really not too old for much of anything. :)mysterygirl!https://www.blogger.com/profile/01708758561975520042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524377.post-1142761923392428842006-03-19T04:52:00.000-05:002006-03-19T04:52:00.000-05:00Holy Crap! You just brought back a flood of memor...Holy Crap! You just brought back a flood of memories. I spent a summer in Rehoboth Beach when I was, I think, 16, or so. I was so sunburned, I thought I was gonna have to go the hospital. I certainly wasn't into the club thing then, but I remember having a great time.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17305847316165234713noreply@blogger.com