Last night, we arrived at the beach the same time as Tropical Torturo. Our condo is on the 21st floor, so our entertainment with the wind was amazing!
Of course this land locked family felt the need to go straight to the beach and pool, because that IS what we came for.....storm or not.
I stood in the torrential downpour, like a freakin Al Roker reporting on a Miami hurricane, while the boys swam the lazy river and went down the water slide....
I had on my comfy/lazy jeans from the day of travel. They are too big for me (lost 35 pounds since January...woo woo) and already hard to keep up....so as they were weighted down with the rain, they started falling down.
I stood in the dark storm with a beach towel wrapped around my shoulders like a shawl and the kid's beach towels and shirts (adult kids included) stuffed under my shawl- towel and arm pits, trying to keep them dry. The rain was coming down so hard, I felt like my eyes were bleeding. As I hobbled toward the gate....
yep, I said hobbled....I did something to my hip on Thursday. On Friday, the pain was awful. I moaned when I moved certain ways, at work. Saturday, on my car trip, I realized it was out of socket, rammed my hip into the floor and it made one last pop. The pain shot white searing heat through my body....worse than childbirth, and then it stopped popping and hurting. Just sore like a bruise.
So anyway, as I hobbled toward the pool gate to find some sort of escape from the rain, my pants slid lower. The crotch was to my knees, my ass half hanging out, my pants legs sliding over my feet causing me to shuffle to keep from tripping. I made it to the gate, but as I stood there wondering how I was going to unlatch the gate without losing my pants completely or dropping everybody's towels and shirts, a fire truck pulled up. The 4 firemen got off the truck and started toward the hotel/condo door, then looked toward the dark at what was in their peripheral vision. A soggy girl standing with towels hanging off her shoulders, her glasses fogged up causing blindness and her pants half-slid around her knees.
Each of the buff hunky firemen looked at me, then each other, paused a few seconds and then walked into the hotel......I later found out they were rescuing idiots that jumped in an elevator and disabled it.
I am sure when they got back on the truck, they asked each other,
"did you see that thing in the rain that looked like it belonged on an X-Files episode?"
Today, we played in the ocean's warm, rough waves and built sand castles in the pouring rain. Well, actually, I have never excelled at the sand castle building. I scooped sand into mounds that circled me, then I dug my heels into the sand creating a strange crater shape. The exhaustion from the night before, and today's fighting the waves, swept over me rapidly. I laid back in the sand and looked up into the gray sky and light drizzle. The rain and sand bed were so comfortable, I continued to lay still....arms flopped out to my sides. Jeff walked over to me and said "If Max and I weren't near you, someone might think you just washed up on shore." I didn't care. I was comfortable.
I eventually had to sit up when a guy walked over to talk to Jeff and looked extremely concerned at what was laying nearby......me
But I imagine I looked to him something like what is resting 3 floors below our condo.