in the sunshine of your love
Sep. 12th, 2007 07:59 pmWow, I've not been around at all recently; I'm at skip=500 (again).
I can't feel too bad about that, though, because I've been on a rare streak of consumerism and have all sorts of fun new stuff--everything from a very expensive ring (WHAT was I thinking?) to a guitar pitch pipe. Plus, I've been doing more virtuous things like cooking dessert for my family, going to yoga for the first time in years (OUCH), and visiting my elderly granny.
I also went out to the lake and got a tan at Hippie Hollow (okay, it was a burn, but it faded into a tan overnight). Beyond not being pasty, I have other reasons for needing to expose my skin to ultraviolet light, so no giving me shit about skin cancer, please. For anyone who's interested, there's a short article here about the history of Hippie Hollow, which is the only clothing-optional swimming spot in Texas. I cracked up when I read this remembered bit from the 1970s:
Colgan remembered visiting an adjacent landowner who complained of having to watch from his patio as Hippie Hollow visitors performed sexual acts in full view on the adjacent Hippie Hollow property.
“I can't see a thing,” Colgan said as he looked out from the patio.
“Well, of course you can't,” the neighbor replied. “You need these binoculars.”
Aren't people hilarious? :D
I can't feel too bad about that, though, because I've been on a rare streak of consumerism and have all sorts of fun new stuff--everything from a very expensive ring (WHAT was I thinking?) to a guitar pitch pipe. Plus, I've been doing more virtuous things like cooking dessert for my family, going to yoga for the first time in years (OUCH), and visiting my elderly granny.
I also went out to the lake and got a tan at Hippie Hollow (okay, it was a burn, but it faded into a tan overnight). Beyond not being pasty, I have other reasons for needing to expose my skin to ultraviolet light, so no giving me shit about skin cancer, please. For anyone who's interested, there's a short article here about the history of Hippie Hollow, which is the only clothing-optional swimming spot in Texas. I cracked up when I read this remembered bit from the 1970s:
Colgan remembered visiting an adjacent landowner who complained of having to watch from his patio as Hippie Hollow visitors performed sexual acts in full view on the adjacent Hippie Hollow property.
“I can't see a thing,” Colgan said as he looked out from the patio.
“Well, of course you can't,” the neighbor replied. “You need these binoculars.”
Aren't people hilarious? :D