So, this past weekend it was my turn to plan the date! So I decided that we would go down to Venice Beach as it is my FAVORITE place to people watch and my boyfriend and I both love watching people. So, we drove down to Venice after stopping at this awesome 50’s dinner on Lincoln. I soon discovered that my boyfriend and sea side cities just do not mix. My boyfriend is generally pretty even keeled and sarcastic, but he is easily upset by taxing driving situations. My boyfriend is actually a driving instructor and naturally he spends 50 percent of the time critiquing people’s poor driving techniques. It was a hot friday afternoon so needless to say the beach community was buzzing.
We drove for a good hour trying to find a parking space. My boyfriend was at the height of his anger when we finally found a parking spot near a hip new apartment complex. Relieved to finally find a spot, i gave my boyfriend a big kiss and I apologized for stressing him out a place that frustrated him. He calmed down and we walked towards the beach.
I could probably count the number of times i’ve been to Venice on one hand, so i wasn’t completely familiar with the area. However, i knew enough to know that the beach we were walking towards wasn’t the area where all the good people watching was. I mentioned it to my boyfriend but tried not to complain too intensely since at that point we had made quite the trek out that way. As we were walking, we saw a Pier. My boyfriend was very insistent that we go onto this pier, even though deep down inside i desperately wanted to get back into the car and go to where the good people watching was.
We went up onto the pier and held hands like we always do. We get to the area right before there were tons and tons of people and stopped and leaned against the ledge over the water. The water was beautiful even though it was murky californian water. The sun was so bright and everything around me was shinning. I realized that I hadn’t been out in the sun or near nature very much at all this summer and summer was about to end. My boyfriend took one of his arms and wrapped it around my waist and leaned against the ledge in the funny way he often does. I can’t really describe to you the feelings that i had in that very moment. I was as if everything around us faded away and it was me, my boyfriend and the sounds of the waves crashing against the pier. Voices off in a distance became melodic and meaningless. The wind blew over our bodies and the sun warmed us in a pleasant way that i only wish i could accurately describe. He held me there and he held me tight. My eyes started to wince as though they were about to cry, but they didn’t. From the deep part of my throat i felt three lumps move up my throat. Three lumps that were three words that I almost said, but instead i smiled and said “i wanna say something really mooshy right now” and he just silently smiled at me.
This moment lasted maybe only 5 minutes but it felt like a half hour to me. It only ended when i started to back up and i tripped over his new Batman shoes. He said to me
“You’re such an Oaf”
and I smiled and said
“But I’m your Oaf” (a reference to a previous comment he made to me)
I snapped out of it and i came back to reality. We started walking off the pier and i voiced my desire to go to the good part of Venice. He rolled his eyes up, the funny way he does, and started to give me a long list of reasons why he didn’t want to go and wanted to just go home. I begged and begged and he eventually just decided to bite the bullet and take me. We put “Muscle Beach” into the GPS and we found the spot I wanted to go to. To be honest, there are a lot of stories i could tell of that day. There were a lot of things that happened and a lot of funny interesting things we saw, but at the end of the day, this is the moment that will always remain a cherished memory of mine.