Well folks, not that you need my sorry ass to tell you otherwise, but this year's Fourth of July festivities now seem but a distant faded memory.
At least for me it does anyways.
And I suppose that is something to be expected when a highly anticipated summer holiday just so happens to land right smack in the middle of a work week. Not a weekend mind you, but rather a work week.
Work week as in I've since rejoined the masses of working stiffs and now have a day job to scurry off to come Monday mornings and that I also no longer be but a vagrant-on-a-boat... all of which is a good thing as far as I am concerned.
In any event celebrating the Fourth among friends on a pristine sandy beach while sipping on a few ice cold Budweisers ain't all bad. Okay... maybe more than just a few but who's counting?
Nevertheless it did occur to me while sipping on those cold brewskies as I'd occasionally gaze out across the open blue water, that I've had the good fortune to have been to a number of beaches over the years with Marco Island Beach being but the latest.
Yet somehow I'd also like to tell ya'll how gazing out upon that ocean blue water had me yearning to hoist Blondie's sails and set sail off over the horizon yet again but I won't for I'd be lying if I did 'cause it just wasn't so.
Nope, there was no yearning to set sail for the open seas for the simple truth of the matter is that I am now most delighted to be back on the hard and off the boat. Not only that but I also happened to be at that particular moment quite content discreetly gawking at the many scantily clad babes strutting along the shoreline.
Yep... all 'dem good looking ladies with their enticing boobs flopping all about had indeed disconcerted me to no end. And though I now may be an 'ol fart, I did nevertheless feel a compelling need to reach for a towel to cover up an inadvertent flag pole if you know what I mean. And of course it also didn't hurt to imbibe more than just a few cold brewskies to help cool me down somewhat as well.
Incidentally, I don't know about my fellow Americans but I for one always take a moment to thank the French whenever the Fourth of July festivities roll around.
For if it hadn't been for Major-General Lafayette and of his service to General Washington during the American Revolutionary War, we'd all still be singing "God Save the Queen" and that would have been a bad thing... at least as far as I am concerned.
S/V Blondie-Dog on a leash. Marco Island.
