We ended up going to a tapas place for dinner... in our bathing suits. I didn't actually have any beach cover up, so I wrapped a huge-ass beach towel around my waist like it was a skirt. (Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.) When I finally changed out of the wet suit, my skin was all wrinkled and elderly. Grossssssssssssssssssssssssss. But it was a fun time nonetheless. I haven't been to the beach in a minute, but ironically will be heading to Longboat Key this Friday! I could do with some r&r&g&t.
I ordered a pasta called "beggar's purse" which I thought was a totally badass and poetic name. Then I looked it up - and apparently, it is a well-known recipe (though my variation was pretty different and also had no meat)! Oh, the things you learn when eating tapas with moist ass.