Saturday, June 7; Silver Bay.
Always assume cocktails of shattering potency and irresistable flavor are involved. Beer serves as a backup. In this case, the fuel mix involved Ginger Mojitos (Rum, Lime, Mint, Ginger Beer and Domaine De Canton Liqueur.) For the foamier palates, Brooklyn Lager. In cans, never in bottles. Bottles break, and breakage is not what we're after.
The sun did the thing it always does when gentle breezes drift by and rock our tethered boats without the merest hint of urgency. We baked, and the soundtrack for our casual caramelization played on. Sinatra's "Summer Wind". Marley's "Is This Love". "Margaritaville".
Conversations. Could this day get any better? It could. A JetSki was brought to bear, and the more experienced gunned it while those less so held on for dear life. Their wake rippled energy across the bay. The boats strained against their mutual moorings for a moment, then relaxed again.
The sun. Always the sun. Until there was only a little sun left to have.
I thought, "I want to bottle this so I can have it whenever I want it. This feeling, this spirit, this soundtrack." Or something like that, it's kind of a blur.
So we're putting it in The Beach Bag. When it's ready, we hope you'll take it with you.
Always assume cocktails of shattering potency and irresistable flavor are involved. Beer serves as a backup. In this case, the fuel mix involved Ginger Mojitos (Rum, Lime, Mint, Ginger Beer and Domaine De Canton Liqueur.) For the foamier palates, Brooklyn Lager. In cans, never in bottles. Bottles break, and breakage is not what we're after.
The sun did the thing it always does when gentle breezes drift by and rock our tethered boats without the merest hint of urgency. We baked, and the soundtrack for our casual caramelization played on. Sinatra's "Summer Wind". Marley's "Is This Love". "Margaritaville".
Conversations. Could this day get any better? It could. A JetSki was brought to bear, and the more experienced gunned it while those less so held on for dear life. Their wake rippled energy across the bay. The boats strained against their mutual moorings for a moment, then relaxed again.
The sun. Always the sun. Until there was only a little sun left to have.
I thought, "I want to bottle this so I can have it whenever I want it. This feeling, this spirit, this soundtrack." Or something like that, it's kind of a blur.
So we're putting it in The Beach Bag. When it's ready, we hope you'll take it with you.
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