I just returned from a weekend at the beach with a group of friends. We had a great time, but it really got me thinking about how beach trips with my lesbian friends have changed over the years.
Back in college a group of us took a trip to the beach for Spring Break. Days were spend playing football on the beach, followed by a nights of tequila shots followed by weeks of drama because someone inevitably slept with someone else’s girlfriend.
After college I fell in with a group of Goddess-loving, Birkenstock-wearing hippie dykes. Beach trips with that clan often involved a bonfire with the full moon as a backdrop, some kind of hand-holding circle and of course, a sing-alongs to a folk guitar.
In my later 20s and early 30s, I started hanging back out with athletic types, but instead of football games on the beach, we would go for long mountain bike rides, strenuous hikes and body surf until we were spitting out salt water. At night we’d soak in the hot tub, drink light beer and strategize about putting a team together for AIDS cycle.
Now that we’re in our late 30s and early 40s, beach trips are bit mellower. We might talk about waking for an early morning run, but soon it’s noon and no one has left the coffee pot. We hike -- into town for more bottles of wine and provisions for the gourmet meals we spend hours preparing. And instead of bouncing quarters into glasses, we sit around a large table playing board games, trying to keep our laughter down so as not to wake the toddler.
Through all these eras and phases, the key ingredient was a good group of friends to relax and have fun with. Isn’t that what life is all about?
1 comment:
I've come to the conclusion that all lesbians love long walks on the beach in theory (and on vaction)... however, as a woman who lives at the beach, I know how hard it can be to find one who will visit on a regular basis!
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