Please Don’t Talk To The Lifeguard

I’m fine. Still not brilliant. Still not completely awful.

Yada yada yada. That’s all I’ll say about my mood.

Oh, except one more thing…

Am I ever grateful to San Geraldo for being my lifeguard (socorrista, in Spanish).

Speaking of lifeguards, I find the cultural differences between those in New York and those here in Fuengirola to be fascinating.

So, here are some Brighton Beach/Coney Island lifeguards and Fuengirola socorristas… for totally academic cultural-anthropological comparison, of course.

(Click any image for the bigger picture.)

CONEY ISLAND. 
BIKINIS AND BODIES-BEAUTIFUL STILL CLUSTER.
CONEY ISLAND LIFEGUARD SWINGING HIS WHISTLE.
A FRIENDLY WAVE FROM A FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA.
FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA ON PATROL.

Guess I’ll swim way out into the sea…

Hot Dog!

The Kid Brother and I made our regular pilgrimage to Nathan’s (the original Nathan’s in Coney Island) for hot dogs and fries. The Dowager Duchess had coupons.

TWO DOWN. TWO TO GO.

The Dowager Duchess always has coupons. Sometimes, she actually even has coupons still within their “use-by” dates. Nathan’s hot dogs are now $2.99 a piece. But, with the coupons, we were able to purchase four hot dogs at 99 cents each. It’s good we don’t eat the way we used to. The limit was two per person and, in the past, we would both have eaten three … or four. One time, I had six. We’ve got lots of time to get in shape for Nathan’s annual hot dog eating contest. But I think we’ll pass.

ONLY 234 DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT HOT DOG EATING CONTEST.

In this year’s contest, the winner was Joey Chestnut (I’m not making that up); he downed 69 hot dogs (and buns) in 10 minutes without a “Roman method incident” or “reversal of fortune” — otherwise known as “vomiting,” which is against the rules. Joey has the very apt nickname of “Jaws.”

JOEY CHESTNUT WITH ONE MORE TO GO.
THE MUCH MORE “COUTH” KID BROTHER.
HE SAID, “LET ME SWALLOW FIRST!” 

Nathan’s didn’t have any indoor dining. I don’t know if they’ll set up tables inside for winter or not. They did last year. It was chilly and windy outside. We ate quickly. After lunch, the Kid Brother bought a really nice Coney Island, Brooklyn sweatshirt. More precisely, the Kid Brother said, “I need a sweatshirt.” He picked out a beauty that looked great on him. As we headed up to the counter, I didn’t see him reaching for his wallet. I asked, from experience, “Do you have any money?” He replied very matter-of-factly, “No.” I said, “Why don’t we just call it a gift,” and then added, “You little shit…” 
I’ll never learn.

ON OUR WAY BACK TO THE DUCHESS’S, WE PASSED THE CYCLONE AND I NOTICED
THAT IT OPENED THE DAY BEFORE THE DUCHESS WAS BORN.
THE DUCHESS HAS HELD UP A LOT BETTER THAN THE CYCLONE.

SOME OF THE DUCHESS’S OTHER COUPONS…
EXPIRATION YEAR: 1991