Yesterday I went to Martha's Vineyard with Jayson, Rachel, and Guy. Megan stayed home as the babysitter, and I felt a little guilty about that, but she seemed perfectly happy about it. After all, she lives on the beach in Florida so a beach trip to colder New England waters is probably less exciting for her than for the rest of us. All four of us had forgotten that the president is currently vacationing there, and we probably wouldn't have gone if we had remembered, just to avoid the chaos. But it wasn't that bad.
We had lunch at Offshore Ale and then caught the bus up island to Moshup Beach so we could take our clothes off.
By the time we got to the beach, something about lunch had very much disagreed with me and I couldn't get to the disgusting portapottie fast enough. They are about a 15 minute walk from the nude part of the beach, and I had to go back twice while we were there. Gross, but I had no choice, and I did my best to not let it ruin the day.
While we were laying on the beach, Rachel commented about my hairy legs. Of course she did. She loves to criticize me. I told her I didn't mind being a little hairy and she surprised me by saying she thought that was really cool of me. I asked her if she would ever consider doing it and we ended up having a long talk about how she feels an obligation to be more feminine than she necessarily wants to be, since she is trans. I think I understand that, but at the same time, I feel like she ought to be able to do whatever she wants and not care what others think. Easier said than done.
Not that there is anything remotely un-feminine about her. Every time I see her naked I am amazed that she was born male. Can I post nudity here? This is from yesterday:
On the way home, Jayson and I talked about the wedding and we agreed that in addition to family, we would each only invite 10 people. At first I thought that wasn't very much, and then I started struggling to think of 10 people I wanted to invite. Is it possible I don't have 10 friends? As I thought about that more, I started to cry. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong, and I felt pathetic saying I was crying because I have no friends, so I just said nothing.
Kind of a shitty way to end a perfectly nice day. But I'll get over it. The truth is I'm sure I can find 10 people, I was just feeling bad for myself yesterday.
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