How many times have you seen this? Just some guy trolling the beach for buried treasure. Or land mines. Or maybe a wedding ring. I saw one of these guys at Loyola Beach, but I'm pretty sure all he found was some loose change and a rusty syringe.
It turns out you don't need a metal detector to find treasure at Loyola Beach. A friend and I were walking through the rocks monday afternoon and we happened across these two beauties. Corona and some Polish beer. Interesting combo, but what's more intriguing: who leaves unopened beer on the beach? Who leaves beer unopened? Why hasn't anyone else on the beach taken these?
Our response to these questions was a very decisive, "fuck that, we don't want AIDs."
So we left the beer where it was. Hopefully we made the right choice, because the Corona was ice cold, and my friend happened to be Polish. We could have enjoyed them thoroughly if they weren't so sketchy. But I guess there are a lot of things I would thoroughly enjoy if they weren't so sketchy: chicken nuggets from Star Grill, people panhandling outside the Loyola red line stop at night, Mertz Hall, just to name a few.
Loyola Beach is chock full of little surprises. This in particular is one of my favorite little quirks:
I know snow on the ground doesn't exactly scream "beachy", but this looks pretty cool when the weather is warm.
And it's an incredibly loaded sentiment to consider. It's so much bolder than "everyone love everyone" or "peace on earth". It's not a fleeting, half-assed appeal to do something right in your life, but a resounding commandment that every able-minded person should embrace.
For a lot of people, getting "really close to another human being" isn't always easy. Sure, everyone has their superficial relationships: the weekend friends, drinking buddies, classmates, teammates. It's not to say that these relationships are always depthless or meaningless, but more often than not, you wouldn't consider yourself to be really close to these people. This little decree forces me to consider, who are the people closest to me at this point in my life and why? It's a kind reminder, and something I'll always appreciate.
EASTER
I was holding out for an Easter basket this year. This is my first Easter: A. away from my family, B. without church, C. without brunch, and D. without so much as one Cadbury egg.But I'm loving it.
I thought about buying easter candy, a basket, plastic grass, and plastic eggs at CVS last night. I had it all planned out. Fill my basket with all sorts of treats and goodies, slam a few beers, fall asleep, wake up surprised. Nothing like creme eggs and a hangover to celebrate the resurrection of arguably the most recognized and respected religious figure on the planet -- and I don't mean Oprah.
That little plan didn't exactly materialize the way I had envisioned. In fact, I only really accomplished the 'slam a few beers' part. Who wants to buy their own Easter basket? Not this guy. That's about as pathetic as looking for dates on Craigslist. I'm not at that point in my life yet.
I hope whoever reads this enjoys their own Easter break, even if you date people on the internet.
