We first saw the sign on the “strip” as we headed towards the beach. The sign in front of the lounge said “Amateur Night-Mondays”. Craig teased me that I should enter. It was said in a joking way that meant he would laugh it off if I did but also meant that he wished I might take it serious. I wasn’t particular interested in showing my body to the world (at least not more than you could see in my bikini) so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was early on Saturday morning and the strip looked gaudy and lifeless in the sunlight. It needed the darkness of the night for its light to come on and bring it to life. All the people were either still home in bed or already staking their claims to sections of the beach.
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