Wednesday, August 18, 2010
A Day at the Coast
At the beach. Kenley comes and lies down next to me with her hands behind her head.
Julia: Ah, are you lounging on the sand with me?
Kenley: Yep! It’s hard to know.
*five seconds of silence, staring at the ocean*
Kenley: Hey Julia?
Kenley: What are you doing?
Julia: I, um, I’m just lying here next to you.
Julia: Because I like it.
Julia: It’s relaxing.
Kenley: Oh, why?
Julia: Because I see monkeys on my knees.
Julia: Because the Canadians are snobs.
Kenley: Oh. Yeah, it’s hard to know.
On the way home from the coast, in the car with Ed, Regen, Sloan, Julia, and Kenley. About two hours into the trip.
Sloan: When I was listening to the radio the other day—
Kenley: Sloooooan! Stop talking!
Sloan: Uh, anyway, I was listening to the radio and I guess the station’s—
Sloan:—cassette started t—
Regen: Kenley? Why can’t Sloan talk? You’re letting everyone else talk. And you’ve been letting him this whole time…
Kenley: It’s so loud!
Sloan: I’m the quietest speaker in the car! You’re not even sitting near me!
Kenley: SLOAN! DO! NOT! TALK!
*five minutes pass*
Julia: My favorite part of the beach was flying the kites!
Sloan: My favorite part was the—
Kenley: *clutching ears* SLOOOOOOOAN! NO!