Spent a few hours this afternoon with dearest Josh at the Montrose Avenue beach and had a very lovely time - no sunburn. We realized pretty quickly we should probably have gone to the gay beach: 97% of the population comprised Mexican families playing in and out of the water.
What was very odd is that a lot of them would just go in the water fully clothed. When they come out to the lakefront, they typically set up entire kitchens (boomboxes playing La Cucaracha included) around BBQ's and always amaze me with their level of organization. Can't they apply the same skills to remembering to take bathing suits when going to the beach? We saw one guy come out of the water with dress pants and a leather belt, and a woman come out in stretchy jeans, a lacy top, and a light cardigan. Oy papi, let's go in the water fully clothed!
The beach itself was also quite filthy. So next time, it's goodbye Mexicans, hello gays in Speedos and thongs (God help us).
What was very odd is that a lot of them would just go in the water fully clothed. When they come out to the lakefront, they typically set up entire kitchens (boomboxes playing La Cucaracha included) around BBQ's and always amaze me with their level of organization. Can't they apply the same skills to remembering to take bathing suits when going to the beach? We saw one guy come out of the water with dress pants and a leather belt, and a woman come out in stretchy jeans, a lacy top, and a light cardigan. Oy papi, let's go in the water fully clothed!
The beach itself was also quite filthy. So next time, it's goodbye Mexicans, hello gays in Speedos and thongs (God help us).
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