We finally headed down to the Gold Coast. There are many beaches that make up this coast, but we chose the aptly named “Surfer’s Paradise”. It’s the most popular amongst the youngins. It’s along the same lines as Miami Beach...only less seedy and more clothing.
There weren’t many surfers today because the tides were very strong. Ashleigh and I initially just went knee-deep, but slowly inched our way deeper after we saw a boy a quarter of our age and half of our height in front of us. Holy Cow! The tides literally drag you in and knock you around like rag doll. It’s no wonder why people get caught in a rip tide. It literally sucks you out. We almost lost our footing a couple of times.
Suddenly, this lifeguard appeared behind us. We turn around and pretty much gasped. How does one begin to describe a god? He was deliriously good-looking, tanned and toned, with the sun setting behind him. Like a sun god in a Speedo. The clouds parted. The larks sang. The baby Jesus smiled. It was glorious. There are just no words that would adequately express what we saw. See for yourself.
Not the best pic, but it was the best I could do from afar. He is actually younger looking in person, but age doesn’t really matter when dealing with a lifeguard does it? Also, we never thought that we would ever admire anyone in a Speedo, but there are firsts for everything right?
We dubbed him Jake Ezekiel Theone (Marisa, you know what we’re talking about).
Oh yeah, the beach was nice too.
Peace out.
Jess
P.S. Dad, please disregard this post. I’m really here to study.
1 comment:
theme song from Baywatch...enough said.
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