Usually if I end up at the beach, it's Edgewater, due to proximity and the endless cast of characters hanging out there, but last night we drove out to meet up with some friends at Huntington, which looks a bit cleaner, but always seems to have higher bacteria levels than the much derided former.
We got ice cream and watched the sunset, digging our feet into the sand, letting the water wash over. The outer suburbs give me a little bit of culture shock now, I'm more used to old men smoking hookah, girls with big gold earrings and tattoos and guys smoking black & milds than tiny blondes with their lacrosse-playing boyfriends.
But it was beautiful and warm. And we could hang out there past sunset watching the lights of the city glitter in the distance. There is something so soothing about being next to the water.
And I picked up my tickets to see the Roots when they come through at the end of June. I missed them when they played at Kent State, and I missed them twice when they came through Cleveland, so I'm really looking forward to this.
I'm not sure what this Memorial Day weekend has in store, except for dinner with some friends of me and the roommate's Monday night. Everything else is open-ended, and I'm sure it will be good.