Friday, May 5, 2006

Mermen do exist...and they eat veggies.

One a hot summers day, not too long from today...

Okay correction, it was a spring's day, not summer, because this story takes place this year, and summer hasn't technically happened yet; but I will say one thing, it was darn warm outside, definitely hot enough to tan.

Or go to the beach, which, is what I did.

Not by myself of course, it was Alicia and I, the dou to end all summer time dous...yeah, I have no idea what that means, just do your best to disregard it.

Anyways, from what I can remember of that day, it was unusally warm for a spring day, and going to the beach was a definite possiblity, one which I was willing to take. So on that brisk Sunday afternoon, later afternoon I might add, we set off to centennial beach to get some sun, and of course, some girly fun. (Why didn't we leave when the UV rays were at their prime? We were cleaning Alicia's college stuff up. It took hours. Nah, it didn't take hours, but it would of if I didn't help her. Ha, ah. Also, we didn't want cancer.)

So we went to the beach around 4pm, and surprisingly it was still really warm out; which was grand, because it would of been a waste of cleaning up her stuff to drive out there and then right away having to come back home again.

There we were, eating away, having our girly fun on a blanket (forgot to mention, we stopped off at a 7-11 to pick up a few, items...aka Surlpees, Ben and Jerry's icecream and two sorts of junk food. Ben and Jerry is a girl's bestfriend.), and then out of the blue, Alicia makes a comment:

"Do you see that guy?"

So I turn and face the direction she nodding in, and see this man with jeans on, a purple shirt, backpack, and boots, or some sort of running shoe. It looked like he came out of no where. It looked like he came out of the ocean.

And that's because he did. Because, my friends, this man was a merman.

As we were discussing how it was possible for this, man, to come out of no where, he comes to sit down and lean up against a big piece of drift wood (more like log) almost right beside us. And guess what he pulls out from no where.

Broccoli.

He just starts chomping away at the two broccoli bushes he is holding. Who does that? I mean, who just pulls out a whole thing of broccoli for each hand, sits down against a piece of driftwood on the beach, and stares into the deep blue yonder?

I'll be honest, it was beautiful.

He was beautiful. Well he was. I guess mermen are just naturally beautiful. It was just like I imagined; he had blonde hair.

Anyways, so Alicia and me are still talking girly (boys, food, tans, God, friends, boys...), and then Alicia points out the whole broccoli thing to me, and I'm thinking, "This guy is cool." Then she tells me to take a picture, subtly with my camera. Let me tell you, we were no where near subtle, but we did manage to get the pictures.

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I know what you are thinking. Stalkers. Yeah, you might think so, but seeing as though we will never see him again, I think we can pass as admirers. (We actually saw him walk into the wilderness. We think he is going to give up his life as a merman to live among the wild land animals.)

Anyways, after that, we had a fun eventful evening picking up trash from other people during the annual junk week, and managed to confiscate two broken microwaves, one sweet corner chair, a real working lamp, a night table, and a Garfield picture that says, "Diet is 'die' with a 't'"

But remember, it wasn't about junk week, it was about the Merman.

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