"You are soooo beach chic"
My town's convention and visitors' bureau (aka tourism board) had a slick booklet in the newspaper this weekend with the enticement to take a quiz to find out my beach personality.
Having spent my teen years wasting time reading teen-girl magazines (and a couple mags I probably wasn't supposed to be old enough to read), it's hard for me to resist a quiz. So I checked it out.
They told me:
"You go to the beach to see and be seen. And you're easy to spot; you'll be the one in the stylish beachwear listening to a sizzling summer playlist on your mp3 player, or dining nearby with your pals in a chic, sarong-friendly restaurant. Clearly, Fort Lauderdale is your perfect fit, with shopping and dining, the Riverwalk Arts and Entertainment District and the eclectic charm of Las Olas Boulevard."
Um, yeah. I totally go to the beach in a gold bikini. And carry a metal detector. I dip my perfectly pedicured toes into the surf just to say I did, I never huff and puff carrying my beach umbrella from the metered parking, and I would never dream of being seen with a Finding Nemo bag full of swim diapers and water toys that have sand permanently stuck to them. And if I can sneak into a resort on the beach to get a cute waiter to bring me a frou-frou drink with an umbrella in it, so much the better.
So I took the quiz again, changed a few answers I waffled on, and came up with:
Ah well. If that's what my neighbors and peers are telling me, maybe I should just go with it? Kinda makes me want to come up with my own quiz, though.
Having spent my teen years wasting time reading teen-girl magazines (and a couple mags I probably wasn't supposed to be old enough to read), it's hard for me to resist a quiz. So I checked it out.
They told me:
"You go to the beach to see and be seen. And you're easy to spot; you'll be the one in the stylish beachwear listening to a sizzling summer playlist on your mp3 player, or dining nearby with your pals in a chic, sarong-friendly restaurant. Clearly, Fort Lauderdale is your perfect fit, with shopping and dining, the Riverwalk Arts and Entertainment District and the eclectic charm of Las Olas Boulevard."
Um, yeah. I totally go to the beach in a gold bikini. And carry a metal detector. I dip my perfectly pedicured toes into the surf just to say I did, I never huff and puff carrying my beach umbrella from the metered parking, and I would never dream of being seen with a Finding Nemo bag full of swim diapers and water toys that have sand permanently stuck to them. And if I can sneak into a resort on the beach to get a cute waiter to bring me a frou-frou drink with an umbrella in it, so much the better.
So I took the quiz again, changed a few answers I waffled on, and came up with:
Ah well. If that's what my neighbors and peers are telling me, maybe I should just go with it? Kinda makes me want to come up with my own quiz, though.
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posted by Holly at 5:01 PM
4 Comments:
Heh. Nice metal detector.
Who knew? I'm definitely headed for Florida - soonest possible.
lol! It was meant to be the gold bikini and all :)
Ha. There's nothing chic about a mother's trip to the beach, squashed PB&Js, lugging a cooler through the sand, having to chase your kid's floaty a mile and a half down the beach as the wind whisks it away. Don't make me go in to details about where all that sand ends up...Ex.haust.ing.
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