This is that afternoon I spent at the beach because I found out that olive oil has an SPF of 7.5. Perfect for short walks and normal days of transit. And sun lays? No. Don’t worry, most of the time my pale ass, white-white, cancer prone skin was completely covered. Except for one spot under my right shoulder that was sunburnt.
My first trip to a Chicago beach was thus successful: two folks throwing a football around poorly, and instead of moving to a less populated area the ball just kept landing on people, an attractive man playing volleyball with a friend, a couple watching the man just the same as I was, a juggler and a hulahooper.