Don’t give up on me now. I know, I know, I’ve been horrible at posting on JennaB4, and to make matters worse (at least in my opinion), I’m down to like 7-10 visitors a day. Talk about feeling like one pathetic loser.
I’ll be back to write soon. In the meantime, check out The Jenna Daily. And be patient. It’s a virtue. Live in love. ♥ jb
Today marks the one year anniversary of one of the greatest people-watching, hot summer sun days of my whole life. Here is a tribute to one of the best days of Summer 2007, and in memory of that day, I would like to re-post my “blog entry” (originally written on Facebook) recounting the tale. Enjoy.
Dear Blog,
This weekend two of my friends and I decided to hang out for the day at Lake Calhoun. It was a hot summer day, thought the beach would be a perfect place to go. Little did we know what a treasure trove of characters it would be! We were entertained all day long. It was incredible.
Let me tell you more about some of them.
-first of all, the denim bikini girl to our right – where do you get something like that? seriously, i want one. but not really.
-the fully-clothed (i’m talking long-sleeves, jeans, socks and shoes) indian guy sunbathing (sunbathing?) directly in front of us, creepster.
-the five extremely pale, probably hungover, college guys, who stood up facing the lake as if on display while applying sunscreen for at least 15 minutes straight. they were super (not) cool. the best part was approximately 30 seconds after their arrival, the cute college girls sitting directly in front of them packed up their stuff and left. it was hilarious. and they knew it. oh, by the way, nice shower towels guys, can we be friends on facebook?
-next comes the j.crew family – who, seconds after arrival, the 6 year old-ish boy dropped trou, fully exposing himself, and changed into his euro swim trunks right in front of us. Regretfully, the studly dad walked over to the biff and changed in there. Their mid-20s son/uncle/unknown relative was extremely attractive and I’m pretty sure had a crush on all three of us. Later we found out (well, deduced) that they were probably from a different country… that explained a lot.
-the oiled-up dudebros wading in the shallows, beers in hand… looking good fellas!
-the creepy old hispanic soccer dudes that couldn’t throw a ball to save their lives.
-the super short spandex shorts guy that was cooling off in the water, though instead of bending at the knees to get his face close to the water, he bent at the waist. that was different. and quite a treat, i’m sure, for his man friend on the beach, unsettling to most others.
-the older, skinny, indian guy who wore silk boxers into the lake. dingle dangle! extremely disturbing.
-the ultrablond, barbie girl that got g-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s to go to the beach
-he/she with the sports bra and possible adam’s apple, yikes.
-one of my favorites, the he/she with a cast who limped (fully clothed, mind you) straight into the water until it was over his/her head, then turned around and walked directly back. Once back on shore, he/she hiked up his/her soaking wet flannel pajama pants (!) all the way to the upper (white!) thigh and proceeded to intensely unwrap the tape that was holding up the plastic bag covering his/her cast. I’m almost positive 98% of the people on the beach that day stopped whatever they were doing and stared at what was going on at the shoreline at that moment. A few minutes later his/her pony-tailed man friend came out of the water wearing boots, black jean shorts, and i think a black leather vest, if i remember correctly.
-the ultratan mid-40s couple who was toe-tapping, head-bobbing along with fergie “big girls don’t cry” on their boombox. the instant that song was over, they packed up their stuff and left. a perfect end to a perfect day, right?
-and last but not least, the 2 white dudes with big tees and saggy pants who walked onto the beach, and then into the water, with half of their butt cheeks sticking out of the top of their trunks. one of the guys because his shorts were too tight and the skin was being forced out the top, and the second guy just couldn’t keep his pants up for the life of him, but then again, he was wearing heavy black jean shorts with a leather belt. at least he was wearing boxers. albeit, boxers that were too thin, but i’ll give him a little credit with the belt attempt.
oh man, i’m sure there were many more that i have forgotten, but unfortunately we were not lucky enough to be carrying around a notebook, or even a remnant of our subway napkin from lunch, to make note of all the great people at the beach that day. good times! i will never forget them. in fact, i miss them like a child misses their blanket.
the end.
(Obviously, I wasn’t really Living in Love that day, but it was fun to watch, I will be honest.) ♥ jb
Here I am in another 4-year old photo.
We called this my confetti dress. It was my favorite dress ever.
I was a little cutie, wasn’t I? ♥ jb
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