The wind was blowing so hard that we saw sea gulls flying backwards. When I saw the flying bird's futile struggle, an image came to mind that I kept mentioning through the remainder of the week. I pictured a sea gull putting on a floppy brown hat, pulling out two breifcases and wearing a tie that was blowing in the wind. He was saying "Screw this, I'm walking." It was the way he said it that made it funny. I'll put a picture of it up if I can make one. 
We were in the fishing shop, and we saw this product, I don't even remember what it was, but it said American Made, and I looked at Brendon and I showed him it and said "Markan Made" in deep red neck slur. From then on, whenever we saw something that resembled a red neck personality (which was very, very often) we would mutter to ourselves, "American Made" in said slur. Speaking of fishing, me and Brendon rented a couple of polls and went surf fishing, which neither of us had done before. I believe we each caught three fish. What's our secret? Rubbing the lucky gnome. Brendon and I walked down the peer, and at the end, we saw some pelicans sitting on the roof of this bench thing they had. I sang this song to the tune of the chorus of They Might Be Giants' "End of the Tour." (Each time the words were a little different, but this was the jist of it)
At the End of the Peer
Me and Brendon saw some birds
And the birds looked like
Pterodactyls
That we met on the bench
As we sat on the bench
With the birds at the End of the Peer.
And I got kinda scared
Of the birds on the bench
That we met on the End of the Peer.
It was very catchy, and has been running through my head off and on ever since. Brendon didn't like it much, but he's never been very open minded when it came to birds who look like pterodactyls. On a sign we saw:
Hats
T-Shirts
Children - $10 There were a lot of really big nasty rocks where we swam, and Brendon got his feet all cut up. Even though I was considerably further away from the sun than my high altitude mainland home, I somehow got sunburned. On the way to the beach, we picked up a tabloid magazine. In it came lots of fun things that influence our entire trip, like rubbing a lucky gnome and retarded kids saying the smartest things.
In the same supermarket we bought the magazine in, we saw a meat product made of processed pig stomachs and skin, affectionately named C-Loaf. From then on, I've adopted that as a nick name.
Brendon bought a really old Spanish book and a really old Latin book from a swearing old guy in a used book store. I bought a college reader on political science. This really seems insignificant next to the C-Loaf paragraph.
Half past nine found me and Brendon lying in bed every night without fail.
Most of our time was spent plotting how to get babes. While we were never successful, we thought of many clever ploys that are more than noteworthy. Later. |  | Most of our time at the beach was spent saying "Dude" "Dude" "We Are At the BEACH!" and then we'd laugh at our own lameness. |
