Venice Beach

My girlfriend and her girls came down for the weekend. One of Amanda's friends came with them and wanted to go to the beach - we decided on Venice Beach. Most people have an idea of what Venice Beach is like. Most people don't know the reality of Venice Beach.





The lady I really wanted a picture of was probably 65 and had piles and piles of bleached blond dreads. She also had a top that exposed A LOT of good sized cleavage. The back view was the best. Jean shorts cut off half way up her ass. Now, we're talking about 60 year old ass cheeks - not a pretty sight.







There were quite a few people with signs wanting money. Of course, they weren't ordinary signs. They said great things like, "Need money for marijuana," and "Need money for a penis elargement."



Then there were the rappers who would want you to listen to their music and then buy their CD. My girlfriend actually SPOKE to one, and then couldn't get rid of him - and I had to tell her that you can't engage them in any way if you don't want them to bug you. But she's just so nice - not like me.


Now, my husband was quite the one to watch. He was there with all of these unsavory characters and 7 women. He was on high alert, keeping track of everyone, making sure no one made a move on his girls.

But, ultimately, he was the one that got hit on. There was a man in front of the Muscle Beach work out area, wearing almost nothing swim trunks, and he was really quite interested in talking to Dan about his "exercise" ball. Dan declined.