I went out to Big Sur with my daughter and friend Chris on Sunday.
One never knows what to expect from a California beach (weather wise) so I wore some black exercise pants and a thin long sleeved shirt.
After passing through more micro-climates than I care to count we made it down to the beach and the sun actually peeked out from behind the low-hanging clouds.
I decided that I needed some sun on my legs and that my black underwear was just as good as bikini bottoms. I slipped out of the pants.
I ended up chasing a Frisbee around the beach in my skivvies and the world did not grind to a halt.
No pearls were clutched, no children's eyes covered, no little old ladies revived through smelling salts.
I ran around like a wild thing in my underwear. It was awesome.
One never knows what to expect from a California beach (weather wise) so I wore some black exercise pants and a thin long sleeved shirt.
After passing through more micro-climates than I care to count we made it down to the beach and the sun actually peeked out from behind the low-hanging clouds.
I decided that I needed some sun on my legs and that my black underwear was just as good as bikini bottoms. I slipped out of the pants.
I ended up chasing a Frisbee around the beach in my skivvies and the world did not grind to a halt.
No pearls were clutched, no children's eyes covered, no little old ladies revived through smelling salts.
I ran around like a wild thing in my underwear. It was awesome.
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