Yes it another Friday and another giveaway from the only blog that gives back to its faithful readers.
Today I'm giving away James Flames Beach House poster. 25"x 19" Four Color Screen Print, Edition of 75.
Drop a comment about your best beach story (good bad embarrassing whatever) and I will choose a winner, yeah you kinda gotta work for this one. And leaving a name or some way to contact you might help your chances too. If leave your email would be best but dont leave the @ just do this ().
Thanks again to James Flames for another great giveaway.
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ReplyDeletefirst of all....love this poster and almost bought it (i dig Beach House... rocks me to sleep sometimes)...either way it's a beautiful poster.
ReplyDeleteCan't think of a recent great beach moment (come on...i live in NJ and if you've ever seen Jersey Shore....you know our beaches have been ruined since MTV came in the late 90's).
But this weekend we will be going to Ocean Grove,NJ. Taking our twin 14 month old sons for the first time...so that will definitely be special for us. just won't have any stories till next week. but would still love this poster to commemorate the weekend.
Thanks for another awesome giveaway...your site rules.
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My best memories are taking the day off from High School back in the day and hopping on the train to the beach with our boogie boards. Grab a .99 Arizona Iced Tea (and a philly(ah the 90's)), sit under the boardwalk relax and then hit the waves for a while. Rinse and repeat. Life was so simple then...
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I got laid at the beach a couple times.
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As a teen, 3 friends and I ditched school and jumped the fence into my hometown's man-made, land-locked beach before open season, and hung out. There are docks around the lake that extend into the water. Darryl (name not changed - this was 15 years ago, and he doesn't give a crap) decided to jump as far off the end of the longest dock as he could, into the deepest part of the lake – FORGETTING HE CAN'T SWIM. Me and the 2 others think he's joking as he's flailing around in the water, until I see his eyes. I will never forget the look on his face as long as I live. I'm not a strong swimmer myself, so to save his ass, I had to jump over him, knowing that as soon as he felt me touch him, he would push me under, so I came up behind him, took a deep breath and pushed myself to the bottom of the lake, putting his feet on my shoulders and WALKED him closer to the dock. Then, I pushed off from the bottom as hard as I could, and rocketed him to the outstretched hands of our friends. I pulled myself out and laid there exhausted, torn between killing Darryl and laughing at his luck that he didn't die. The other two ran like hell as from the opposite side of the lake, the groundskeeper came rolling up on his tractor, but soaked, half-dead and thankfully alive, Darryl and I let him tear a strip off us, ban us all for life from the beach and escort us from the grounds. I was too tired to care, and glad that I didn't have to jump the fence again.
ReplyDeleteIt's not a pithy story, but it's my most memorable… Thanks for the contest, it's a great looking print! ~Woody
Well I have to say my most memorable beach story involves my brother. We were very young, like around 7-10. After the beach our mom tells us to go shower and this beach had stall like showers. In the middle of the shower my brother says "hey, check this out." So I go in and up on the top ledge of the shower is a big piece of poop with white stuff all over it. It was just horrible. So we run out of the shower and it then became like a legend. The legend of the mystery poop. Fast forward like 20 years my brother out of the blue comes up to me and says "Remember that poop in the shower?" I say, "yeah." "Well I pooped in my hand poured shampoo on it and put it up there." The tears from laughing went on for a long while.
ReplyDeleteIf I won this poster it would make my brothers poop actually worth something. Like cosmically it was meant to happen. And everytime I looked at the poster I would fondly remember that moment.
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Many a year ago in San Francisco, we had a 100+ degree day on a Saturday. Friends and I decided to spend a fun day at the beach beating the heat. As I had NEVER burned in my entire life (being olive skinned) sunscreen had never even crossed my mind.
ReplyDeleteLater than night at a rave, yes a rave, my back was in awful pain. Upon inspection, it turned out that my back was blistered and burned in the "U" shape from my swimsuit.
Instead of leaving the party, my friends were simply dumping water down my back all night to keep it cool. After the party the next morning, I had to see a doctor to get burn creme!
I still have the "U" shaped scar on my back from the burn to this day. Will never forget that HOT day in May at Ocean Beach.
Ha, these stories are all really great...
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable time at the beach was with a couple of friends in the south of France while studying abroad in college. Three of us decided that we would take a daytrip down to a beach off the beaten path, hearing that the water was clean and the women beautiful. After eight hours of driving (of course we got lost), we happened onto the beach only to find out that speedos were REQUIRED in the water. That's right, not swim trunks but speedos. To this day, we have not gotten a proper answer for why this was so.
Anyway, determined to enjoy the water after our road trip from hell, we went to a local shop and bought cheap speedos in all kinds of funny colors. We made our way to the beach and started horsing around in the water, trying to draw attention to ourselves, although we knew none of the French girls were ever going to be interested.
As we were heading back to shore to lay out, one of my friends got this look on his face like he'd seen a ghost or something. We asked him what wass wrong and he didn't answer. Knowing that this beach was infamous for jellyfish, it suddenly donned on us that he must have gotten stung. I took the opportunity to run out to the lifeguard on duty and explain to her in broken french that one of our friends had been hurt. By then a crowd had formed, and as the lifeguard made her way towards my friend, the color in his face continued to grow paler.
After much prodding and coercion, we realized, (the friends, the lifeguard, and the 20-odd throng of rubberneckers) that our friend had simply grown an erection in his speedo and had refused to come out of the water out of pure shame.
I have never seen a crowd laugh so hard before or after.
Over the years, we have taken the opportunity whenever possible to hide that speedo in various places where our friend will find it, a reminder of what was possibly the most humiliating situation of any of our lives.
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Amazing print! James is great!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 17 and a newbie to driving I drove my 1969 white Volvo sedan with red interior onto the beach one beautiful moonlit summer night and accidentally got the car stuck in the sand. I had friends in the car encouraging the off road detour. At that moment in time it seemed like it would be fun to drive on the beach. It turned out to be a bad judgment call. The car became deeply stuck in the sand. Unable to get the car out of the sand my friends and I walked back to the beach house we were renting for the summer and went to bed.
The next morning I returned to the beach with some wood boards to put underneath the tires for traction. The boards worked and I drove the car off the beach.
The image that sticks with me is all the people laying on their blankets and sitting in their beach chairs surrounding my car, completely unfazed when I went to retrieve the vehicle the next morning. The car was simply part of the scenery for the summer sun worshipers.
i once ate a bee while i was sitting by the sea drinking a beer. the bee was on the rim of the beer can resting by the opening of the can. i failed to see the bee and drank it down with a swig of beer. it was no big deal. i had another beer.
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