Me likes the beach
First off I would like to publish my profuse apologies to those who were unable to join us at this beach through normal circumstances, such as work. My only excuse is that I thought some would enjoy a break from study and exams of badness. The next one will have more advanced warning and be at a more accessible time for maximum peopleage.
Second I would like to publish my severe disappointment with all of those that put forward their desire to go and then decided not to come. I have only one word to say to you 'pikers'!!!
Finally the actual beach:
Andrew, Kelly, Karen, and myself left Suva st on this glorious adventure at nigh on 3 pm. We swiftly arrived at Kelly's flat in order for the lady herself to acquire a bottle for various nefarious purposes somhow involving her dreads. The Karen-lady departed our company momentarily in order to achieve an icecream. We then continued upon our merry way entering the back streets and byways of Avonside in order to avoid school traffic. We arrived at Mrs Yang's to acquire the last of our number the A-2-the-J. This quest achieved we left in high hopes for swift travel to the beach. However, doom struck. Upon Curletts road there was the queue of majestic length and doomful slowness. Half an hour after we left the flat we arrived at the end of Suva st. After many adventures mostly involving horrendous traffic and road works we arrived at Taylor's Mistake to find Doug and Matt L encamped upon the beach.
Some of our number then decided to enter the glorious seawater; the purpose of any mighty quest to the beach; inspite of warnings from the Doug that the water was cold. A-2-the-J and myself rushed like berserkers toward the oncoming tide. I decided in strength of wisdom that the best technique for acclimatising one's body to the water temperature is to dive in, so I did. When the water was half way up my calves I wanted to but I restrained myself until the water reached my knees, being the responsible lifeguard that I am, before diving. Foiled! The most fiendish beach of Taylor's Mistake is rolling underfoot such that while the water appeared deep where I was standing it was in fact quite shallow where my head penetrated the sea. This brought a sudden undignified halt to my graceful dive and caused a slight graze to open upon my forehead. This was not sufficient to dampen our moods and a glorious hour was spent diving through, leaping over, crushed under, and body-surfing upon the waves. We exited the water to enjoy the majestic sunshine beating down upon us. Sitting next to the Kelly-Lady I have never been burnt so much or so well upon any beach in country as I was today.
When the clock finally declared it was 5 40 we began to prepare for the homeward journey. We left Taylor's Mistake unconquered and unbroken at about 6 pm. Stopping in Redcliffs some of our number that after such a dreadful seige we needed icecreams to assauge our wounds. There was much rejoicing! The Kelly-Lady also acquired for unfathomable reasons some asparagus. This provided much amusement and intrigue upon the final stretch of the home straight. I have never been hissed at, or had asparagus waved in my face. Clearly neither had the cars beside us given the speed at which they vanished into the distance.
All in all a fantastic day and there will be more seiges laid upon the mighty front that is Taylor's Mistake this summer. By Thor's Hammer I swear it.
Thanks to all who made it a most enjoyable and intriguing day. And special thanks to our driver Mr Wallace. And thanks to God for sunshine, nor-westers, beaches, the sea, and good friends. Oh, and asparagus...
Second I would like to publish my severe disappointment with all of those that put forward their desire to go and then decided not to come. I have only one word to say to you 'pikers'!!!
Finally the actual beach:
Andrew, Kelly, Karen, and myself left Suva st on this glorious adventure at nigh on 3 pm. We swiftly arrived at Kelly's flat in order for the lady herself to acquire a bottle for various nefarious purposes somhow involving her dreads. The Karen-lady departed our company momentarily in order to achieve an icecream. We then continued upon our merry way entering the back streets and byways of Avonside in order to avoid school traffic. We arrived at Mrs Yang's to acquire the last of our number the A-2-the-J. This quest achieved we left in high hopes for swift travel to the beach. However, doom struck. Upon Curletts road there was the queue of majestic length and doomful slowness. Half an hour after we left the flat we arrived at the end of Suva st. After many adventures mostly involving horrendous traffic and road works we arrived at Taylor's Mistake to find Doug and Matt L encamped upon the beach.
Some of our number then decided to enter the glorious seawater; the purpose of any mighty quest to the beach; inspite of warnings from the Doug that the water was cold. A-2-the-J and myself rushed like berserkers toward the oncoming tide. I decided in strength of wisdom that the best technique for acclimatising one's body to the water temperature is to dive in, so I did. When the water was half way up my calves I wanted to but I restrained myself until the water reached my knees, being the responsible lifeguard that I am, before diving. Foiled! The most fiendish beach of Taylor's Mistake is rolling underfoot such that while the water appeared deep where I was standing it was in fact quite shallow where my head penetrated the sea. This brought a sudden undignified halt to my graceful dive and caused a slight graze to open upon my forehead. This was not sufficient to dampen our moods and a glorious hour was spent diving through, leaping over, crushed under, and body-surfing upon the waves. We exited the water to enjoy the majestic sunshine beating down upon us. Sitting next to the Kelly-Lady I have never been burnt so much or so well upon any beach in country as I was today.
When the clock finally declared it was 5 40 we began to prepare for the homeward journey. We left Taylor's Mistake unconquered and unbroken at about 6 pm. Stopping in Redcliffs some of our number that after such a dreadful seige we needed icecreams to assauge our wounds. There was much rejoicing! The Kelly-Lady also acquired for unfathomable reasons some asparagus. This provided much amusement and intrigue upon the final stretch of the home straight. I have never been hissed at, or had asparagus waved in my face. Clearly neither had the cars beside us given the speed at which they vanished into the distance.
All in all a fantastic day and there will be more seiges laid upon the mighty front that is Taylor's Mistake this summer. By Thor's Hammer I swear it.
Thanks to all who made it a most enjoyable and intriguing day. And special thanks to our driver Mr Wallace. And thanks to God for sunshine, nor-westers, beaches, the sea, and good friends. Oh, and asparagus...
7 Comments:
Well certainly sounds like you had fun.
What'ja mean "pika"? Eh? Some of us had *important* things come up at the last minute, like typing stupid amounts of numbers into a grid with a stupendously old and therefore crappy keyboard with sticky keys (aaaaaaaargh) in a very short space of time, and ordering surnames and spotting mistakes and filling in questionnaires and answering verbal questions of a doomladen and HR-like nature, and sitting in clinically empty and yet modernistically cheery (one wall at least is painted brightly) room waiting for my liason to turn up...
where was I?
oh... in order to acquire for ourselves some form of gainful and meaningful employment. (Well, not actually meaningful, they are the IRD afterall :P)
I would not consider that *piking*, my dear Mayes. I would consider that brilliant vocational wizardry. Or an amazingly serendipitous fluke, depending on how you look at these things :D Do excuse my verbosity. I have just drunk the equivalent of a litre of juice... but in concentrate. I shall now attempt to sleep oh my poor stomach. Hope the sunburn heals :)
Hey, you didn't show at the airport with my ride...so no piker tag for me XP.
Can I recommend that the next one be between the 13th and 20th of November?? *hint hint*
Owch! You what? Grazed your forehead? Dang man, that's gotta hurt some! Do we get to see the scar(s) at College on Tuesday? =)
I may have utilised some ambiguity in my use of the word 'burnt'. Using possibly a different meaning than most would associate with the beach :D Ask A.J. if you want the downlow
Jared you are very entertaining, Andrew is like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, Karen avoids me and Kelly cracks me up in a 'laughing with her not at her' way. Ask me for the lowdown on the beach if you want huge scandal and unexpected news! (Is he serious? Who knows!)
PS: i rAWK
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