Beautiful Days Part 1

You're at the beach with your guitar and your frisbee smoking best buds with your best buds. There's a concrete boardwalk about three metres behind you, so after puffing and tossing the disc and shooting the shit and finally figuring out the strumming to 'Flake' you grab your longboard and go for a nice little solo skate in your barefeet. You work up a serious sweat maintaining that right speed needed to carve those nice long smooth turns you love so much, so you head back and spend the rest of the day in the sea with your friends bodysurfing and giggling like little girls, then drink cold bottles of Imperial while watching the sun disappear below the horizon. That night at the the local club there is a DJ spinning deep funky sounds, so you grab this little beach angel in a pink sundress and dance all night. You wake up at sunrise on the beach fully clothed with your new friend sound asleep beside you. You walk her back to her hostel then stroll barefoot through the quiet beach town with a nice little smile on your face. Your cabina mates are still crashed, so you undress quietly then crash beside them. You wake up around 11am and have a nice breakfast of huevos fritos and gallo pinto and milky coffee and play 'Bogner' before hitting the beach and doing it all over again.