It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in the summer of 2003. I had just returned from another succesful comic convention in Boston, and everything had gone well that day until I had another argument with my uncle and aunt.
I’ve never had the best relationship with them, and all the issues between us boiled over that Sunday afternoon. This was the biggest argument the three of us ever had, and that’s saying something because we’d had some whoppers.
The details of the verbal brawl aren’t important, what is important is that this was the last time I set foot in their house for 5 years. And the relationship is just now starting to heal. Anyways. I was livid with them, and things got worse when my mother took their side. I needed an escape, and even thought about going to work for a couple of hours to cool off. But like magic, the Bat-phone rang.
Actually, it was my cell phone that rang. It was my boss Krysty on the other end asking I felt like going out with her and Ali for drinks. I weighed my options for a moment: A) Stay where I was and argue some more. B) Go out with two hot girls and get drunk. This really was an easy choice, and within the hour Krysty and Ali picked me up and we headed to the nearest Chili’s.
As I drowned my sorrows in a couple of kamikaze shots and baby back ribs, and thet split a dessert, Krysty suggested we meet her boyfriend Kris at Video To Go after we ate. Since Kris wasn’t old enough to drink, he’d serve as our designated driver the rest of the night. Once we were all together, Krysty decided we should drive to Nantasket Beach in Hull MA. I hadn’t been there since I was a kid, so it sounded like a good idea to me. Plus I wanted to see if I could get Ali on the Paragon Carousel.
The ride to the beach was an experience to say the least. Kris was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and the girls in the back. Since this was the middle of summer, Krysty had removed the roof from her Jeep, but this meant we couldn’t hear each other talk. To make matter worse, Krysty had very long hair (still does), like down to her waist long. So everytime she tried to lean forward to say something to us, her hair either blinded Kris, or went in my mouth. Both Krysty and Ali thought this was the funniest thing in the world, but it was probably due to the alcohol from Chili’s.
We eventually made it to Nantasket beach, but we were disappointed to find the carousel was closed for the night. Luckily plenty of restaurants and bars were still opened, but we decided to walk the beach first. After walking around for a while, we stopped by a lifeguard post. Kris and I sat in it, while Krysty showed us some of her cheerleading moves.
Turned out that while in junior high/high school, Krysty had been a competetive cheerleader. Her school even made it to nationals. She even tried out for the New England Patriots once upon a time. Krysty kept trying to tell us all about her glory days, but truth be told, I just kept picturing the finale of “Bring it On.”
Anywho, as Krysty was attempting one of the toughest moves in cheerleader world, she flipped through the air and fell flat on her ass. I thought she was hurt, but she just laughed it off. As we helped her up, Ali said “My turn, my turn!” So she attempts a cart-wheel right in front of us. She actually did pretty well, but the landing could have used a little work.
All the jumping and rolling around in the sand must have shaken something lose because both girls had to find the nearest ladies room. This happened to be right across the street at some mom & pop bar. Before Kris and I realized it, Ali and Krysty were sprinting to the bar. We decided to wait for them in the Jeep, or at least that was the plan.
Within a couple of minutes Ali was calling my cell telling us that a group of guys kept hitting on them, so could we go help them. I said “Well, I can, but Kris can’t go in a bar.” I walked over, and waited for them to come out. When I saw them, I grabbed Ali by arm and she grabbed Krysty. I think I heard one of them saying “Weeeeeee!” as we ran out, but I can’t be positive.
The next morning I called Ali from work to how she was doing. Her answer was simple, and to the point: “Sand gets in the strangest places.”