beach book

i love books. also - i love the beach. guess what's gonna happen?! the two are gonna come together and make my life AMAZING next week. i'm bound for the beach with my beau in tow. i'll also be bearing a bag of books. one of the things that makes me so happy is taking an extremely long lunch hour on a warm day such as this and strolling the aisles of Barnes & Noble. i would be loftier and visit a local book-seller if that existed, but alas. i don't think they exist anymore, do you? i believe they have gone the way of the local coffee shop and the local porn store. i purchased 'the time traveler's wife' for a ridiculous amount. the book is in paperback and doesn't even have one of those yummy nubby covers that i love to slide my hand over and over. it's just a plain paperback. but i'm excited for it. and i can't wait to pop a cold one, get deliciously numb, and sink into it. one of the other things that i love about the beach is the drawl of the ocean creepy crawling into the recesses of your brain so that it becomes as regular as the womb. this calms me. i got anxious last night wondering if my mother would still be impressed with my handful of commercials since Ed Norton's aunt moved in next door. I know my sister won't be. she's hard to please. it was bothering me so much this morning. but then i thought - why? because i care too much what they think, that's why. and i need to care a lot more about what i think. this is what i spend $65 a week on. i forgot to mention that my family is going to be at the beach. it will be nice to see them - but i always get too anxious about how they will judge me. and it's tiresome. good thing i have a book to escape to. books and beer. YUM.