The Spot

My weekend started today, but my days off start tomorrow. By which I mean that the weather today was just univiting enough to discourage the sunbathers. But for those of us paid to guard the beach, it was the international symbol for "party over hee-eere".
Philippe, whom I will henceforth refer to as 'flip, turned out to be quite the cool guy. Around 1, when the wind started picking up, he instigated the first round of volleyball. My forearms are suitably bruised from the intensity that followed, but it is sooo worth it. You know how in those classic beach volleyball games the girls do that dive-thing where they manage to hit the ball at the last minute by landing on their knees? Subtract some jigglage and you've got my best move so far.
When we started getting some rain around 2 we headed indoors for a game of asshole, which, as it turns out, trancends borders, cultures and languages. In Quebec, it's called trou de queue. Deep.
The rain lasted 15 minutes, but it was enough to drive away the customers: yessss! So, when it was over, we played some frisbee. And 'flip re-introduced me to that most divine of cardgames, speed.
Top it all off with a brisk swim, and a race that I kinda let 'flip win, and you've got the gist of my day.
I think I've made a friend. And I think I broke my knee. And Eddie's heart. Dude, Chris thinks I'm hot: give the man what he wants ;)
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