Milan has sand in his ass crack. He has sand on his gums and on his scalp. I’d say that’s a successful first trip to the beach. I wore my über-stylish über-sized black tent from Torrid. Hot, I know. And I wasn’t afraid to be seen with a crunch bar. That’s because we went to family friendly Zuma Beach. Not our usual local hot spot in Malibu. They would have probably asked me to leave because I’d be blocking their sun. But Zuma was cool. Jumbo chips bags, magnificent coolers, generous suits with impossibly outré floral prints. Seagull poop. Lifeguards and lots of sand for Milan to eat. And we didn’t even get into a fight. Wise ones we are and early we left.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
A Place in the Sun
Milan has sand in his ass crack. He has sand on his gums and on his scalp. I’d say that’s a successful first trip to the beach. I wore my über-stylish über-sized black tent from Torrid. Hot, I know. And I wasn’t afraid to be seen with a crunch bar. That’s because we went to family friendly Zuma Beach. Not our usual local hot spot in Malibu. They would have probably asked me to leave because I’d be blocking their sun. But Zuma was cool. Jumbo chips bags, magnificent coolers, generous suits with impossibly outré floral prints. Seagull poop. Lifeguards and lots of sand for Milan to eat. And we didn’t even get into a fight. Wise ones we are and early we left.
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