The Comfy Corner

Today, I went to the beach. Now, living in Boston does not provide anyone with a plethora of beautiful beaches to visit, so after extensive Googling. My new roommate, Grace, and I decided to go to Revere Beach, which won the "prize for best-known urban beach." It was quite the experience.

I was able to relax on my blanket, breathe in the salty, somewhat polluted air, dig my toes into the harsh sand carefully avoiding plastic bottles and shards of glass, listen to the dulcet tones of hip hop music and passenger planes going by, and most importantly, watch people going up and down the "hottie walk." The "hottie walk" is the path that goes along the beach where overweight girls in small bikinis strut their muffin tops. Apparently, "going to the beach" simply means walking up and down this path a couple times. No one really swims or goes on the sand. For those of you that are not familiar with Boston's most famous beach, it is akin to New York's Coney Island, minus the carnival rides and the hot dogs (all the same hotties, though).

My roommate (a frequent visitor of Revere Beach) informed me that today was atypical. Usually the "hottie walk" is crowded with seventeen-year-olds and their babies. I was only lucky enough to witness a couple hotties. We theorized that perhaps there is a "hottie bus" that transports all the hotties to and from the beach and it hadn't come today. Who knows? The only thing that is certain is that I will be returning to Revere Beach on a hot summer day with a cooler of beer, a chair and a camera. Keep in touch for the photos of the hotties.