Last night I got a text from Jason asking if I was free most
of the day on Saturday. It just so happens that I was (or, I thought I was. I
actually forgot I had Intramural Tennis. Whoops.) He and his roommates, Richard and Piotr,
spontaneously decided to take a trip to Half-Moon Bay for beach, food, and
kayaking. Usually, I would cringe at the thought of something so outdoorsy, but
I decided that it was about time for me to try something new.
Before we left around 11, the guys and I ate at a Thai
place. I split a #43 with Jason (#43 because he accidentally ordered something
unfamiliar instead of #42) and it was okay. That is, until I got in the car and
started to feel funky. For about half an hour, I tried to ignore the feeling
because I didn’t want to be a downer and also because it would’ve been
extremely unfortunate if I left a present in the Volvo they rented.
Eventually, we entered the parking lot of a restaurant
perched on a hill overlooking a beautiful beach (which I didn’t look at because
I jumped out of the car and ran for the restaurant.) And what do you know? The
doors are locked! Before I could think of Plan B, #43 forced its way back up
and all over the mat outside the restaurant. Needless to say, I felt awful and
embarrassed and I was 99% sure I never be invited to another outing even again.
But the guys were wonderful about it (Piotr even saved me
the trouble of banging on the doors to explain “the gift” I left them). I still
felt awkward, but after a while, the morning’s incident was forgotten and we
had a good time.
I don’t actually know all the places we went exactly (we visited
three different beaches), but every beach was better than the last. At the
first beach, we walked barefoot alongside the water. At the second, Jason and I
climbed to the top of a high cliff and came down super dusty. Then, we hopped
rocks like ninjas a little over halfway across the jetty. We didn’t set foot on
the last beach, but we huddled together on a cliff above the beach and watched
the sun disappear.
I guess nature isn’t all that boring :)
XOXO
Gabby
P.S. Note to self: Never bring a swimsuit to a Norcal beach.
Never wear shorts to a Norcal beach.
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