On Saturday Morning Baby and I Went to the Beach: Which, as pointed out before, is depressed

It looked fine to us, but that's just the beach, trying to hold it's head up and remain the pillar of strength even though it's dying inside because, no alcohol, no keggers, no beer bombs (or whatever they are called), no heat stroke and subsequent super sunburn, no passing out in the sand, waking up a couple hours later and heading home to sleep your afternoon hangover away.

Dammit, why? WHY SAN DIEGO CITY COUNCIL? (Man the beach is a bit of an alcoholic)

So, word round the water cooler is that it's Spring Break or some shiz like that. That means lots of people are renting those houses right on Ocean Front Walk and sitting on their front porches drinking directly from the kegs (saw it, smiled at it, moved on). Baby was unfazed by the whole thing, just another day in PB for her. But I thought back to my old party days, and felt a twinge of jealousy at the girls who could care less about sitting under an umbrella, or the ones who were posing around getting the right guys to notice them.

As Baby and I were heading down the boardwalk we stopped to listen to a guy playing his guitar, we put our feet in the sand for one second, we smiled at the lady pushing her TWO babies down the way and then we laughed as the police officer on the side of the road got on his loudspeaker and said "there is no smoking on the boardwalk. Please extinguish your cigarettes."

Everyone stared at the two guys in front of us who were puffing away while holding hands with their girlfriends, they looked confused.

"Fucking PB" one guy said. "No drinking and no smoking on the beach, you can't do anything fun any more." He then tripped over his own two feet and stumbled a bit before launching his cigarette at the ground.

"No littering either," the loudspeaker said.

I laughed.

Baby laughed too. She was having fun any way, not a beer or cig in sight.