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Date Posted: 16:31:44 07/03/09 Fri
Author: Debi
Subject: Sun and parades
In reply to: Larnsturt 's message, "Whoo hoo! Looky at us! We be writing machines!" on 04:05:09 07/01/09 Wed

A new character for me, a new story. This is hardly more than a drabble though. In honor of the Fourth of July holiday.

Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, sparkling like little gems. Bright, brilliant, blinding little gems. Molly swore again, leaning over the side to peer at the sunglasses sinking to the sandy bottom. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go after them; she wished they were on her face, soothing her eyes with their shade. But the boat was already under way, and there was the matter of her clothes. Why had she let herself get talked into participating in this idiot parade?

The Fourth of July in a military town was a Big Deal. Airshows, barbecues, ceremonies; why couldn’t she have been invited to participate in one of those? She’d have even volunteered to bring the beer. There are some perks to owning a bar. But here she was, dressed in a Betsy Ross outfit, complete with underskirt and bloomers, on Ed Wilson’s party barge in the middle of the St. John’s River. The historical authenticity of the costume was suspect; Molly was reasonably sure that Betsy Ross’s everyday ensemble was not a décolletage-exposing off-the-shoulder dress. She looked like an escapee from a patriotic Renaissance Faire.

Speaking of exposed personal parts, the sun was baking the hell out of hers. With a frown of frustration, she looked toward the back of the boat. Ed was steering with a beer in his free hand. His bald pate bore a similar lobstery tone to her cleavage since his tricorne hat was lying on the deck between his feet. Despite the choppy river, the boat bucking through the waves, he never spilled a drop of beer.

“Ed!”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t tell me I was going to be roasted alive. Where’s the sunscreen?”

Ed tossed back the rest of his beer and laughed, dropping the empty into the live well standing open behind him. “Sunscreen is for wimps!”

“Asshole.”

This only made Ed laugh harder. “C’mon Moll; we’ll have fun. Beetle and Edith are coming in their boat and we’re picking up Phil, Wendy, Terry and… well, lots of people are coming.”

“That’s all very nice, Ed, but my tits are frying. Where the hell is the parade anyway?”

“Along the riverfront, going past the Landing. We’ll get out there to watch the fireworks.”

“Got news for you, Ed. The second this parade crap is over, I’m losing this stupid costume and putting my jeans back on.”

“Jeans, in this heat? Girl, you’re crazy.”

Molly stared at him, wishing for a musket right about now.

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[> [> Debi>>> -- susiej, 16:39:44 07/03/09 Fri

Beetle and Edith? That sounds like an interesting pair and sounds like you've got a good start to a new project. Loved the "frying tits."

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[> [> [> That was quick Susiej! -- Debi, 16:49:12 07/03/09 Fri

>Beetle and Edith? That sounds like an interesting pair
>and sounds like you've got a good start to a new
>project. Loved the "frying tits."

Names of friends and parents of friends from childhood. The setting is very similar to the are where I grew up, so the names just came. I may make this story my NaNo project for this year. She's a character I've had poking at the back of my brain for years, maybe it's time she had a chance.
Thanks, Susie! Molly's pretty blunt. Gotta be if you own a bar in a Navy town.

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[> [> Loved how Ed didn't waste a drop of that beer! >>>> -- Page, 16:47:05 07/04/09 Sat

Your descriptions of the sun on the water (especially clarifying that the "little gems" were "Bright, brilliant, blinding little gems"), and the discomfort of incipient sunburn were great!

And thank you for the comments on Betsy Ross' clothing! Ever since I was in fifth grade, I've been rather irritated at the depictions of Betsy wearing what had to be a ballgown while sitting there, calmly stitching on the flag. I think that might have been the year I got my first subscription to Vogue, still a mainstay in my mailbox. *G*

Hugs,
Page

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[> [> [> Ed is a typical local redneck ;-) -- Debi, 19:42:10 07/04/09 Sat

>Your descriptions of the sun on the water (especially
>clarifying that the "little gems" were "Bright,
>brilliant, blinding little gems"), and the discomfort
>of incipient sunburn were great!

Thank you! Sunglasses on the water in the bright sunlight are a must. Otherwise the second you go inside anywhere you're alomst blind for ages. And usually have a screaming headache.
>
>And thank you for the comments on Betsy Ross'
>clothing! Ever since I was in fifth grade, I've been
>rather irritated at the depictions of Betsy wearing
>what had to be a ballgown while sitting there, calmly
>stitching on the flag. I think that might have been
>the year I got my first subscription to Vogue, still a
>mainstay in my mailbox. *G*

LOL... I'm pretty sure, as a respectable married woman, Betsy Ross did not have her *ahem*s hanging out. Molly's going to have one hellacious sunburn on parts that rarely see the light of day. I had a sunburn in a similar area once. The only spot i missed with the sunblock was a patch the size of my palm in the center of my chest. I was on a casino cruise thingy (for furture reference, if gambling isn't your thing, these are boring as hell. I'm just saying) and was wearing a sundress and spending time on the deck watching the dolphins swimming alongside the boat. The rest of me was unscathed; the patch on my chest was blistered. There's not enough Solarcaine in the world to make that feel better.

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[> [> [> [> Esther might be able to shed some "light" on this.... >>>> -- Page, 15:27:04 07/05/09 Sun

....having a backyard pool. But when we had our very own inground pool, there would be weekends when our children were off visiting relatives, and I would eschew the whole swimsuit thing. I only forgot the super-strong sunblock once. It was a painful lesson, but one I never forgot! *G*

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[> [> [> [> [> LOL Well, I'd love to shed whatever 'light' on whatever this is, but I have to leave for an appointment, and so will be back later to continue my climb up the board. -- Esther, 14:51:18 07/06/09 Mon


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[> [> I love new characters! >>> -- Esther, 11:54:23 07/09/09 Thu

A new character for me, a new story. This is hardly more than a drabble though. In honor of the Fourth of July holiday.

Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, sparkling like little gems. Bright, brilliant, blinding little gems. Molly swore again, leaning over the side to peer at the sunglasses sinking to the sandy bottom. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go after them; she wished they were on her face, soothing her eyes with their shade. But the boat was already under way, and there was the matter of her clothes. Why had she let herself get talked into participating in this idiot parade?
Her poor eyes! I have a headache just imagining what she’s going through. Those little gems are blinding!

The Fourth of July in a military town was a Big Deal. Airshows, barbecues, ceremonies; why couldn’t she have been invited to participate in one of those? She’d have even volunteered to bring the beer. There are some perks to owning a bar. But here she was, dressed in a Betsy Ross outfit, complete with underskirt and bloomers, on Ed Wilson’s party barge in the middle of the St. John’s River. The historical authenticity of the costume was suspect; Molly was reasonably sure that Betsy Ross’s everyday ensemble was not a décolletage-exposing off-the-shoulder dress. She looked like an escapee from a patriotic Renaissance Faire.
LOL Okay, this ensemble that was a décolletage-exposing off-the-shoulder dress suitable for a Renaissance Faire, leads me to believe that her assets are of the ample variety.

Speaking of exposed personal parts, the sun was baking the hell out of hers. With a frown of frustration, she looked toward the back of the boat. Ed was steering with a beer in his free hand. His bald pate bore a similar lobstery tone to her cleavage since his tricorne hat was lying on the deck between his feet. Despite the choppy river, the boat bucking through the waves, he never spilled a drop of beer.
Cleavage reinforces that opinion
Steering with a beer in his free hand s/b With a beer in his free hand, Ed was steering(ed) or something otherwise it’s the beer that is steering. Or so is my interpretation. And just for the record I got the image you were shooting for cause the DH is capable of doing the same. ;-)

“Ed!”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t tell me I was going to be roasted alive. Where’s the sunscreen?”

Ed tossed back the rest of his beer and laughed, dropping the empty into the live well standing open behind him. “Sunscreen is for wimps!”

“Asshole.”

This only made Ed laugh harder. “C’mon Moll; we’ll have fun. Beetle and Edith are coming in their boat and we’re picking up Phil, Wendy, Terry and… well, lots of people are coming.”

“That’s all very nice, Ed, but my tits are frying. Where the hell is the parade anyway?”
LOL Frying tits. *G* Okay, back to my earlier ramblings about the exposed cleavage. Frying tits compared to exposed tata’s make me think of fried eggs (don’t ask me why it just does) and then my impression is of more flat-chested Renaissance goddess with the front of her dress too big. Not that it matters, but just thought I’d let you know my impression. *G*

“Along the riverfront, going past the Landing. We’ll get out there to watch the fireworks.”

“Got news for you, Ed. The second this parade crap is over, I’m losing this stupid costume and putting my jeans back on.”

So what’s she going to wear on top???? :-P

“Jeans, in this heat? Girl, you’re crazy.”

Molly stared at him, wishing for a musket right about now.
Awww Very cool Debi. And Molly seems to have her own sense of humor and speaks her mind. Very refreshing. Thanks for sharing!

Oh and just for the record, my ‘light’ will tell you this -the sun isn’t powerful enough for me to get a sunburn in the 10 minutes I can actually handle staying in the pool (temp is a warm 70/21 degrees on average, which is warm cause we think it’s a nice summer day when the temperature itself is 70/21 degrees). I know the reflection off the water is wicked and had a sunburn on the one trip we made when we were kids to Michigan when we played in the inground pool of the relatives we were visiting. But here? Nope. Not an issue. Even if I don’t mention all the trees blocking the sun. *G* What I do get is a headache from squinting. I really am more of a night person. *G*

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[> [> [> Thanks Esther -- Debi, 06:32:12 07/10/09 Fri

>LOL Okay, this ensemble that was a
>décolletage-exposing off-the-shoulder dress suitable
>for a Renaissance Faire, leads me to believe that her
>assets are of the ample variety.

She's...well-built, or as they say here in my Neck of the Woods, she's been blessed.;-)
>
>Cleavage reinforces that opinion
>Steering with a beer in his free hand s/b With a beer
>in his free hand, Ed was steering(ed) or something
>otherwise it’s the beer that is steering. Or so is my
>interpretation. And just for the record I got the
>image you were shooting for cause the DH is capable of
>doing the same. ;-)

Duly noted. I'll reword in some fashion.
>
>“Ed!”
>
>“Yeah?”
>
>“You didn’t tell me I was going to be roasted alive.
>Where’s the sunscreen?”
>
>Ed tossed back the rest of his beer and laughed,
>dropping the empty into the live well standing open
>behind him. “Sunscreen is for wimps!”
>
>“Asshole.”
>
>This only made Ed laugh harder. “C’mon Moll; we’ll
>have fun. Beetle and Edith are coming in their boat
>and we’re picking up Phil, Wendy, Terry and… well,
>lots of people are coming.”
>
>“That’s all very nice, Ed, but my tits are frying.
>Where the hell is the parade anyway?”
>LOL Frying tits. *G* Okay, back to my earlier
>ramblings about the exposed cleavage. Frying tits
>compared to exposed tata’s make me think of fried eggs
>(don’t ask me why it just does) and then my impression
>is of more flat-chested Renaissance goddess with the
>front of her dress too big. Not that it matters, but
>just thought I’d let you know my impression. *G*

LOL... I got a food-related image too, but now the eggs are stuck in there... thanks;-)
>
>“Along the riverfront, going past the Landing. We’ll
>get out there to watch the fireworks.”
>
>“Got news for you, Ed. The second this parade crap is
>over, I’m losing this stupid costume and putting my
>jeans back on.”
>
>So what’s she going to wear on top???? :-P

Maybe that's the catch...*VBG* Nah, molly would wear soemthing, but Ed might run with that statment. Thanks for the idea...
>
>“Jeans, in this heat? Girl, you’re crazy.”
>
>Molly stared at him, wishing for a musket right about
>now.
>Awww Very cool Debi. And Molly seems to have her
>own sense of humor and speaks her mind. Very
>refreshing. Thanks for sharing!
>
>Oh and just for the record, my ‘light’ will tell you
>this -the sun isn’t powerful enough for me to get a
>sunburn in the 10 minutes I can actually handle
>staying in the pool (temp is a warm 70/21 degrees on
>average, which is warm cause we think it’s a nice
>summer day when the temperature itself is 70/21
>degrees). I know the reflection off the water is
>wicked and had a sunburn on the one trip we made when
>we were kids to Michigan when we played in the
>inground pool of the relatives we were visiting. But
>here? Nope. Not an issue. Even if I don’t mention
>all the trees blocking the sun. *G* What I do get is
>a headache from squinting. I really am more of a
>night person. *G*

Here in the intense Florida sun, I have watched my own skin burn. Really.

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