Yet Another Little Known Fact. July 16, 2009 Yesterday Bossy spent the day at the beach riding waves, sleeping under the umbrella, reading in her low-slung chair, dodging the beach tag lady, eating steamers, and driving home, sandy, in the car. Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmail « Previous Post: Yet Another Little Known Fact.Next Post: » Yet Another Little Known Fact.
MariaV saysJuly 16, 2009 at 10:34 am
Sounds like a great day to me. What are steamers?
Jacquie saysJuly 16, 2009 at 10:41 am
That’s my comment to your day, and also my answer to MariaV’s question (poor girl!) Steamed clams, baby. Y.U.M.
vuboq saysJuly 16, 2009 at 10:44 am
What a lovely little getaway. I start to feel hot and sticky and slightly gross simply thinking about the beach. I’m more of a mountains kind of lad.
What’s the beach tag lady?
Gia saysJuly 16, 2009 at 10:48 am
I laughed when you said beach tag lady. I had never heard of such a thing until I visited the jersey shore. I don’t think this is done down south.
Debby saysJuly 16, 2009 at 10:59 am
Land locked and jealous!
Reeb saysJuly 16, 2009 at 11:01 am
I’m with vuboq: (a) about the beach tag lady and (b) less than enthused about sticky salty sandy beach experiences. Add a sunburn to that, plus creeping traffic that doubles the hourlong drive home, and you get the few trips to Galveston that talked me out of doing beach stuff there.
Glad you had fun.
p.j. saysJuly 16, 2009 at 11:08 am
Beautiful picture, Bossy! I can feel the damp sand between my toes. Glad you had such a gorgeous day down the shore.
And dodging the beach tag lady: I would never have the nerve. I want to not have a care in the world whilst sitting in the low chair, under the umbrella. Were you the last one off the beach? That’s what I love to do: stay late while everyone else clears out at 3.
Still 1000 miles away from bliss, p.j.
David saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:07 pm
Still haven’t made it to the beach this season. So jealous.
Deborah saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:19 pm
Really, what’s a beach tag lady, and why does one dodge her?
Maria saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:28 pm
Life really doesn’t get much better, does it? Don’t answer that. Because, well. REALLY.
Maria saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:29 pm
ER…wait a minute! I’m up here in Maine and steamers are steamed mussels. Preferably steamed in wine and garlic with a hint of lemon.
BOSSY saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:35 pm
In this case it was steamed clams. Oh sister mercy why is 12 never enough?
BOSSY saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:37 pm
And yes, some beaches require beach tags to defer the cost of maintaining the pristine sand and other expenditures like lifeguards. These beach tags can be purchased for the season, weekly, or daily. Well worth it. Which is why cheap-ass Bossy dodged the beach tag lady who walks around and checks that everyone has one. Doh! Maybe Bossy wasn’t dodging, maybe she just felt the need to jump in the waves every time the lady came near.
anne marie in philly saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:40 pm
lucky you! I was working for “the man” yesterday…
plus walking on wet sand smooths the footsies AND strengthens the leggies.
downashore eats for me, it’s a fried clam roll, baybee!
Lori saysJuly 16, 2009 at 12:44 pm
What a great picture, Bossy. Sounds like a perfect day.
Suzanne saysJuly 16, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Oh my gah! What a perfect day… says me, sitting under the flattering light of 8 florescent bulbs, looking .. shall we say a little pasty. Tennessee isn’t known for it’s seaside.
Suzanne… a displaced Marylander.
Melissa saysJuly 16, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Reeb! Sounds like you’re close to me. Galveston is just a slightly longer drive for me. I’m in Rosenberg.
Jenn @ Juggling Life saysJuly 16, 2009 at 2:51 pm
When my girlfriend moved here from New Jersey she was shocked–SHOCKED–to find are beaches are free.
Jenn @ Juggling Life saysJuly 16, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Our, not are. Embarrassing!
Gail Kimball saysJuly 16, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Sounds like a perfect day!
In Maine MUSSELS are steamers? Never heard of that growing up in New Engand. They were always soft shelled clams – not little necks or anything like that.
Now I want some!! Not going to find them in Ohio.
Sheryl W saysJuly 16, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Bossy, I love the picture.
Can I ask ? What do you do, in which you get so much time to play ? I’m asking because I want to play too and
these damn things called kids, mortgage payments and
so keep getting in the way…. I want to know your secret.
Cupcake Murphy saysJuly 16, 2009 at 8:18 pm
Who is this Beach Tag Lady you speak of?
JK saysJuly 16, 2009 at 9:17 pm
In Massachusetts the beaches are free of Beach Tag Ladies…BUT they charge you to park your car. ALOT. It’s always something…
Easily Sunburned Susan saysJuly 17, 2009 at 12:47 am
I dodged the beach tag lady recently only mine was a man with a cowboy hat who was a little drunk-ish.
sugarpie saysJuly 17, 2009 at 9:24 pm
Thanks, Bossy, for the vicarious get-away. I would (sort of) gladly pay the tag lady, if the $ went towards cleaning the beach every now and then.
Deborah Non Blogger saysJuly 18, 2009 at 12:09 am
Good lord, i think there would be a revolution if they charged on beaches here in Oz.
There are no private beaches at all. Every beautiful one is full public access.
…but I’m over the sand! I like to watch from a nice strip of green grass and wave as I drink my Vodka and lime and read my book.
Deborah Non Blogger saysJuly 18, 2009 at 12:27 am
Did some research …$5 to $12 a day and up to $125 for a season.
Arrgh! Is that per person?!!
Those had better be gold plated palm trees.
Cactus Petunia saysJuly 18, 2009 at 3:41 am
Beach tag? Is that anything like freeze tag?
Imanitsud saysJuly 20, 2009 at 3:46 pm
Bossy: I might like to purchase an 8 x 10 or 11×13 of this photo for my front room. What would you charge me?