Hot City Nights

So the Earth must have just about completed another revolution around the sun. I can tell you this without the aid of a watch, calendar, sundial, radio or even the services of the Telstra man who tells the time after the beep. How do I know this? I hear you ask? Simple. I got sunburned again.

I hate it. Once every year I make the same mistake. I think that I can get my pasty white skin out there for a minimal amount of time and remain unscathed. This was not the case today, nor has it ever been the case in the past, and never will it be the case in the future. Why do I do it though? I think that during the winter when this harsh Queensland sun isn't as intense I kind of forget about how brutal it really is during the summer months. This lulls me into a false sense of security and superiority to the elements. Every year Mother Nature teaches me the same lesson, and she is a harsh mistress.

So I sit here now, no shirt, air conditioner on, and slathered in approximately 15 layers of moisturiser. I hope that this helps. The beach today was beautiful. The sun was out (bitch that she is), but there was a nice breeze keeping things cool. There were quite a few people around as there was a nipper's carnival on at North Burliegh. The Gold Coast City Council would have made a pretty dollar fining everybody who was parked on the grass as there wasn't enough car parks. I thought this was a bit of a low move by the council.

The water was just right, not cold at all. There were a few nice waves at the start of the day, and a sandbar which meant that I didn't have to worry about running into little kids when I was getting majorly sick barrels on my belly, dude. Seriously though, it was nice to swim in the ocean again, I'd forgotten how enjoyable and relaxing it really is. Even my new accessory didn't give me any trouble. I was worried that the added drag could hurt my nipple a bit, but it didn't concern me at all really.

Apart from swimming today I went on a tour of North Burliegh and more specifically the brand new Coles that opened there this week. It's a shiny new store with shiny new staff and all sorts of problems. I guess it's just because no-one really knows what's going on yet, but it was a bit of a mixed up shemozzle. I waited for five minutes for the check out boy to swipe my bottle of diet fruit cup crush cordial. He couldn't quite figure it out. I could only stand there with a look of bemusement when he asked me if I knew how to do it. I suggested that he ask somebody else.

I had a bit of a snooze this afternoon and then came home. I brought my mum and brother with me. I think that Dirty Dave had a very wholesome schoolies week. Apparently he didn't even wear any girl's clothing. Very disappointing.