So, I basically needed a day like yesterday to calm me down, definitely.  I just needed a day with different people and a different setting to get my mind off … well … him.  And it was a great day at that, too!  I went to the beach with Jason and the Mormon crew.  And yes, I was converted.  (Not really, but Jason and David tried their best.)  Out of the 25 or so people there, only three of us weren’t Mormon.  It was great. 

There were four guys on the beach, and one of them had a metal detector.  This guy had quite incredible biceps, triceps, pecs: he was fit.  And I had considered aloud with Stacie and Megan to go over and dance with him since we had a blaring sound system at our beach party.  I walked over to him, then chickened out and walk back.  A little while later, I decided to throw caution to the wind and just do it.  I chickened out on the dancing part, but just talked to him.  The conversation goes as follows…
Me:  So, have you found anything yet?
Him:  No, we found a pop can a while ago, but that’s it.
Me:  Oh, you’d better recycle it for that five cents, huh?
Him:  Yeah, it’s worth something at least.
Me:  So, do you bring that metal detector out here often?
Him:  No, my friend’s visiting from the Army, and this is his.  So we decided to come out here today and give it a try.
Me:  Oh, nice.  (Somewhat awkward pause)  Well, my friends and I were admiring your arms, and I thought I’d just come over here and tell you.  So, you have great arms.
Him:  Oh, well, thanks!  You know, you can admire them as much as you want at the Adult Shop.
Me:  I’m sorry?
Him:  Check me out on Straight, Naked Guys 2005.
Me:  Oh, OK.  Bye, have a nice life!  (Insert walking away here)
Him:  By the way, you have a nice complexion.
Me:  I’m going to go burn my face, then.  (I didn’t really say this, but I thought it.)

So I met a porn star.  Yeah, go me.

A little while later, I decided to take a walk just a little bit away from out site along the water’s edge (how poetic) and I got distracted with the thought, “If only I could just find some damned sand that isn’t difficult to walk on.”  So, I ended up like, half a mile away from the site and when I got back I felt that I gave off an emo impression.  Totally not my intention.  I’m just ADD, that’s all…

Then we went to the beach part by Mo’s in Lincoln City and built a bonfire there.  That’s when my ridiculous laugh was revealed to the world.  At one point, Stacie (a fellow non-Mormon of mine) decided to blurt out, “Inside?” when there was no inside to be found, provoking me to laugh.  I bellowed out this hearty cackle, and everyone turned and looked at me – everyone – and started saying, “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.”  Then a couple of people started chanting, “Snort!  Snort!  Snort!  Snort!”  And I followed through with a spectacular performance of over-inhalation causing me to snort, which was followed with cheers and applause.