March 13, 2009

So it seems I've been a little unsocial in the blogging world for quite some time now, almost a week actually. Things have been pretty eventful here in Orlando so I shall explain in full vividness and detail. Here goes it - Friday, March 13.

Friday we had the strangeness notion, yet not too strange at all, to go to the beach, that beach being Cocoa Beach. A few friends tagged along, those being Tony, Jen, Spencer, and Matt. Taking two separate cars we took to the road with the enthusiasm of teenagers on spring break. Hitting every toll booth with shear delight, we made up stories of crashing planes and other spectacles that could cause such traffic. Oddly enough, some actually believed them.

With my change compartment depleted, the sight of tolls kind of unnerved me. Where is this loose change possibly going? Anyway, the signs zoomed by with excessive speed and about 50 minutes later, we could see the view of Cape Canaveral through the windshield. Splitting the water was the bridge we traveled on, highway 528. Blazing past cruise ships and sandy medians, we beheld the Cocoa Beach sign, welcoming in all its glory.

Finding a place to park seemed like a battle in itself, crowds with the very same beaching-going notions. Yet, we finally did find a place, more like a campground, and made the hike to the shore. We found our own spot by a lifeguard stand and continued with the beach initiation, otherwise known as intimate lotion application. Our towels were then laid out perpendicular to the shoreline and we reclined, at least some of us did. Other members of the group headed off into the water to participate in "physical activities" known as "throwing the old pigskin", and when I followed suit, and realized the water was a bit icy, I headed back to the comforts of the towel.

Jen and I proceeded to an engaging word search experience, being that I am always up for a little brain buster while I relax. I searched for stars and foreign cities at record speed, although the harsh rays seemed to hinder my performance. Everyone else joined us at the towel word searching activity spot and we discussed our future plans, which we agreed with no other than, the barbecue.

Making the drive back was not all that bad. Remnants of lotion all over my skin, mixed with grains of sand proved to be semi-uncomfortable, but I found pleasure in knowing my stomach would soon be filled with the most savory steak. After showering and getting the proper grilling paraphernalia, we headed to the beautiful Baldwin Park grilling zone to begin our dinner.

My stomach tried to force me to believe it was bigger than it actually was, starting with Publix sushi while my steak was being prepared medium-rare. Two giant NY strips later, it was time for bed. Jumping in my car, I hit 436 to UK Cir and laid my head down on a familiar, yet uncomfortable, green couch.