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SURF’S UP

September 13, 2011 by A Slice of Orange in category Archives tagged as Bobbie Cimo, Eye on Hollywood, Frankie Avalon

by Bobbie Cimo

With the end of summer near, I realize two things; One, I hate to see the summer end and two; I grew up loving those teen beach movies. Donâ€™t know why, since I couldnâ€™t swim or surf. However, I did manage to learn how to float on my back in case of an emergency, like if I were lost at sea and had to wait it out to be rescued. Luckily, I never had too.

I guess the real draw about those movies for me, were the cute guys who played in them–because it certainly wasnâ€™t the plot or storyline, since most of them didnâ€™t have one.

Like all people, who didnâ€™t grow up near an ocean, the first thing I wanted to see when I moved out to California was Malibu. And with all the enthusiasm of a seasoned swimmer, when I did see it, I ran out to sea. I got about knee high into the water, when I felt my lips turn blue (okay you canâ€™t actually feel your lips turn a color), but if one couldâ€¦ Nobody told me that the Pacific Ocean was freezing, even in July.

If I couldnâ€™t enjoy the ocean, I could at least enjoy the sunrays and work on my tan, by basking in the California sunshine. Well, I could if it wasnâ€™t for the fact that with every initial sunbathing session, I tend to break out with a zillion red dots on my legs (maybe a zillion is a little bit of an exaggeration). But enough red dots to make my legs look like I went stomping in a vat filled with purple grapes. The doctors call it sun poisoning. I call it annoying. Once the purple fades away, I usually end up with a pretty good tan.

Ah, then thereâ€™s all that lovely beachy air–unfortunately, I have a problem with that too. It seems whenever Iâ€™m near anything that has to do with humidity or dampness, my hair comes down with a terminal case of the frizzies. In other words, if I had red hair, I could easily be mistaken for â€œLittle Orphan Annieâ€

So just because I couldnâ€™t be a surfer, didnâ€™t mean I couldnâ€™t like those silly beach movies or have my picture taken with a teen idol, like Frankie Avalon, who played in them. And I could do it, without the blue lips, blotchy skin, and frizzy hair.

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