Another Day At The Beach
This is Malibu. Zuma to be more precise. It was also hot, but except for our tootsies, Lindsay and I didn't go in the water. I didn't go in because I hate cold water and forgot my wetsuit.
Lindsay didn't go in because of this. See the lifeguard boat? That's used for collecting the people who get caught in riptides and are swept out to sea.
The last time we body surfed, we got caught in a riptide. I was able to swim out of it, but Lindsay had to be rescued. Not by the boat, but by a lifeguard who swam out and dragged him back. Now, Lindsay doesn't want to go in the water.
This is just some girl with a bushy-bushy blond hairdo. (Does the wind ever stop blowing at the beach?)
Written by Melissa on 7:49 PM
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Surfin' USA! I don't blame him for not wanting to go back into the water. How scary! I usually don't go any deeper than my ankles.
OK, now the Beach Boys are in my head and I can't shake them out. We tried body surfing at Laguna Beach one time. Did pretty well except one rather large wave hit me wrong and I did several somersaults as it pushed me up the beach.
Connie, as long as I'm swimming in front of a lifeguard tower, I feel safe. I won't go in the water unless there are lifeguards.
Alan, now I have the song, Wipeout, going through my head.
There are few things worse than a bad wipeout.
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