The Blogtaris moved to new digs and set out to explore our neighborhood on Saturday. We found a perfect stretch of beach that will soon be ours. Not too many people, a decent walk from snacks, and close to a lifeguard (because I don't always keep an eye on CinS while he is attempting to body-surf). It all seemed perfect. But we didn't realize just how good we had it at Blogtari beach until our afternoon stroll.
Unlike our former beach spot, which is filled with 20-something volleyballers tackling and beating each other in a drunken frenzy, this new beach is filled with 30-something volleyballers playing volleyball. Comparatively, it was very civilized.
We passed the volleyballers without a second glance on our snack walk, and only paused to notice them on our return trip because the group had doubled in size. There were about 40 people congregated by the volleyball nets. Being civilized. Interesting.
CinS and I shuffled back down the beach to our chairs and settled in for some chips. We were soaking in the sun and talking, when CinS screamed, "BOBBY!"
Now let me take a step back. CinS and I watch all sorts of crappy television, but we have a particular soft spot for shows on less than major cable networks. One of his favorites is "My Boys" on TBS. For you "My Boys" virgins, there are two "famous" people on this show. Jim Gaffigan, of Hot Pocket comedy fame, and Kyle Howard, of dating Lauren Conrad fame. Kyle Howard plays Bobby.
So Bobby was at our beach. We quickly deduced that Bobby was part of the civilized volleyball crew and instantly started scheming as to how we could befriend them. We decided on a combination of losing weight (to avoid embarrassment) and wearing novelty caps (to attract attention). I'll let you know how that turns out.
Bobby and unfamous buddy came and went in their neon board shorts and we smugly basked in the glee of having a celebrity on our beach, followed by a tirade on whether or not Bobby was an actual celebrity (I said yes, but only due to the LC factor). In the middle of our debate, another pair emerged from civilized volleyball land. The girl's voice sounded way familiar, but she darted by us so quickly that we spent the next 45 minutes while she was in the water trying to place her.
When she passed by again, we figured it out. Samaire Armstrong, who we did not watch on The OC, but did watch on Entourage and Dirty Sexy Money. She now has brown hair and looks beat. Sorry, dear.
Unlike our former beach spot, which is filled with 20-something volleyballers tackling and beating each other in a drunken frenzy, this new beach is filled with 30-something volleyballers playing volleyball. Comparatively, it was very civilized.
We passed the volleyballers without a second glance on our snack walk, and only paused to notice them on our return trip because the group had doubled in size. There were about 40 people congregated by the volleyball nets. Being civilized. Interesting.
CinS and I shuffled back down the beach to our chairs and settled in for some chips. We were soaking in the sun and talking, when CinS screamed, "BOBBY!"
Now let me take a step back. CinS and I watch all sorts of crappy television, but we have a particular soft spot for shows on less than major cable networks. One of his favorites is "My Boys" on TBS. For you "My Boys" virgins, there are two "famous" people on this show. Jim Gaffigan, of Hot Pocket comedy fame, and Kyle Howard, of dating Lauren Conrad fame. Kyle Howard plays Bobby.
So Bobby was at our beach. We quickly deduced that Bobby was part of the civilized volleyball crew and instantly started scheming as to how we could befriend them. We decided on a combination of losing weight (to avoid embarrassment) and wearing novelty caps (to attract attention). I'll let you know how that turns out.
Bobby and unfamous buddy came and went in their neon board shorts and we smugly basked in the glee of having a celebrity on our beach, followed by a tirade on whether or not Bobby was an actual celebrity (I said yes, but only due to the LC factor). In the middle of our debate, another pair emerged from civilized volleyball land. The girl's voice sounded way familiar, but she darted by us so quickly that we spent the next 45 minutes while she was in the water trying to place her.
When she passed by again, we figured it out. Samaire Armstrong, who we did not watch on The OC, but did watch on Entourage and Dirty Sexy Money. She now has brown hair and looks beat. Sorry, dear.
Had it not been for my very full bladder and very cool ocean, we would have stayed at D-List Beach for several more hours trying to place the rest of the celebs who were surely part of the volleyball crew. Don't they travel in packs? But the bladder prevailed. Sigh.
We'll be back this weekend, but aren't optimistic that the celebrities will be spending the 4th with us. They're probably all getting paid to party at some tequila-sponsored event. But we promise to update you of future sightings from D-List beach. Just think of us as the new Perez.
We'll be back this weekend, but aren't optimistic that the celebrities will be spending the 4th with us. They're probably all getting paid to party at some tequila-sponsored event. But we promise to update you of future sightings from D-List beach. Just think of us as the new Perez.
