Friday, February 5, 2010
People are having sex under my window, and that's not even the funny part!
Yah, we live at the beach now. Right on the sand. Great, right?
Yes, about 95% of the time, the other 5%?
Well... Last night about 10pm, we notice someone sitting on the chairs on the beach RIGHT outside our bedroom windows. Okay, no biggie. A little weird, but we're cool with weird.
Um, then we realize it isn't one person, but two and I don't think they're dancing out there. #definitelynotdancing
What do my roommate and I do? Drop to the ground (well, because of the whole flashing thing. The first thing we ask? Did they see US?)
See us? I don't think they are seeing anything but endorphins right now.
So for an half hour we try turning on all the lights. Opening and SLAMMING closed the windows. Getting the dogs to bark. Nothing stops them.
Now we could call the police, but, duh, they're going to know who called it in and we really don't want to get a 'tattle-tale' rep in the neighborhood (of course we are total tattle-tales, but hey, the rest of the lane doesn't need to know that).
What do we do? Go to bed with fornication ten feet away?
Worse, binoculars are useless in the dark.
Bad combination = exhibitionist and tentative voyeurs! LOL
Finally, finally they stop and leave the beach.
Well, at least we learned three new, vital, items necessary for beach living.
Night-vision goggles, a spot light, and a blowhorn!
Ha! Try and have sex on our beach again!
#noseriously #trysowecanuseournewtoystochaseyouoff :-)