Comments on: Rolling with the tide http://www.oururbanodyssey.com/2009/archives/rolling-with-the-tide/nova/415 what's your story? Thu, 22 Dec 2011 00:49:19 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Nova http://www.oururbanodyssey.com/2009/archives/rolling-with-the-tide/nova/415/comment-page-1#comment-139 Nova Sun, 17 May 2009 14:09:50 +0000 http://www.oururbanodyssey.com/?p=415#comment-139 This place was built for you! It is a freakin pink sand castle for a princess! I can just picture you imagining this. Who knows, maybe there is a future for us of mafia husbands living in Miami, and we'll be kept there (ha ha). The leg scratching actually came natural and not so much as a strategy- I wasn't quite sure what was going on with the officer though in a way I was. I was caught between being embarrassed about my legs, traumatized from the accident, and understanding the sheriff wanted something corporeal out of me. The red tide did the thinking for me by happening in the first place. This place was built for you! It is a freakin pink sand castle for a princess! I can just picture you imagining this. Who knows, maybe there is a future for us of mafia husbands living in Miami, and we’ll be kept there (ha ha).

The leg scratching actually came natural and not so much as a strategy- I wasn’t quite sure what was going on with the officer though in a way I was. I was caught between being embarrassed about my legs, traumatized from the accident, and understanding the sheriff wanted something corporeal out of me. The red tide did the thinking for me by happening in the first place.

]]> By: Bianca http://www.oururbanodyssey.com/2009/archives/rolling-with-the-tide/nova/415/comment-page-1#comment-136 Bianca Sun, 17 May 2009 12:07:06 +0000 http://www.oururbanodyssey.com/?p=415#comment-136 Damn. This does not surprise me. What a horrible memory and a terrible situation for any 12 year old to have to experience. The sheriff plus the red tide... and seeing the details of the accident play out. My blond haired blue eyed mother would re-iterate why the south is such a f*cked up place and why she was nervous when I went to school down there. She "never trusted those f*ckin Florida cracker cops." Yes again Sheriff, well actually Patrolman is much more fitting. Genius of your little 12 year old mind to think quickly because of your discomfort in so many ways. What a sick son of a b*tch. Anxious to head back to St. Pete Beach? Doubtful. That memory sounds like a movie. I can see it and picture it so vividly, which makes me sad. Let me try to leave you a positive thought about St. Pete Beach. Before my parents were divorced we used to join my father on an annual conference there. As the girliest of girls with no desire to grow up to be a career woman, rather strived to become a Princess. It all felt possible and I already knew where I would reside once crowned Princess - The Don Cesar Hotel. I spent about 10 summers there and planned to make it into my palace: http://www.loewshotels.com/en/Hotels/St-Pete-Beach-Resort/Overview.aspx Damn. This does not surprise me. What a horrible memory and a terrible situation for any 12 year old to have to experience. The sheriff plus the red tide… and seeing the details of the accident play out. My blond haired blue eyed mother would re-iterate why the south is such a f*cked up place and why she was nervous when I went to school down there. She “never trusted those f*ckin Florida cracker cops.” Yes again Sheriff, well actually Patrolman is much more fitting. Genius of your little 12 year old mind to think quickly because of your discomfort in so many ways. What a sick son of a b*tch. Anxious to head back to St. Pete Beach? Doubtful. That memory sounds like a movie. I can see it and picture it so vividly, which makes me sad.
Let me try to leave you a positive thought about St. Pete Beach. Before my parents were divorced we used to join my father on an annual conference there. As the girliest of girls with no desire to grow up to be a career woman, rather strived to become a Princess. It all felt possible and I already knew where I would reside once crowned Princess – The Don Cesar Hotel. I spent about 10 summers there and planned to make it into my palace:
http://www.loewshotels.com/en/Hotels/St-Pete-Beach-Resort/Overview.aspx

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