ipod docking station On Sunday, my girlfriend and I decided to head down to the beach. We got all the towels, sunscreen and water together before heading out the door to Will Rodgers Park just north of the Santa Monica boardwalk off the PCH. Right as I got into the car, I remembered a key beach element we had left upstairs, the iPod docking station. Asking Christine to sit tight, I ran upstairs, and grabbed the iPod docking station that was charging on the kitchen counter. It took an hour and fifteen minutes to fight the traffic on the way to the beach but we got there.

As soon as we set up shop, I ran into the ocean to cool off in the small waves. It was sunny, dolphins were swimming on the horizon and it was completely refreshing. Coming back to the sand, the iPod docking station was playing some soft Sublime as Christine slept on her stomach. I did the same thing, until she came over to me and said, “Look around, I think we’re on a gay beach.” Shooting my head up I noticed a bunch of speedo wearing, tanned, in shape guys hanging out together. She was right. We both started to laugh, shrugged it off and went back to enjoying the iPod docking station, sunshine and peaceful ocean.