Luck

As the weather warms up I am always reminded of my teen years. Enjoying every summer with my friends and current boyfriend (there was always one), going down to the Jersey shore (I was there first MTV), and enjoying the summer sun was what it was all about.

Along with these great adventures came awesome antics. I'm reminded of one today.

Just like most weekends, and some weekdays, my boyfriend, a couple friends, and I decided to head down to the jersey shore. Totally unprepared we headed down, sans a change of clothes, beach towels, sunblock, or very much money. A very typical day at the shore.

"You guys wanna head out onto the beach" asks friend one, pointing out from the boardwalk to the less than pristine sand leading to the rough waters.

A few nods and mumbles became translated to a general yes from the group, so we head off down to the sand. We walk some, near the boardwalk. The beach-goers have become few as the sun is starting to set.

Out of thin air, friend two seems to have pulled out a football. We toss it around. There is your typical laughter, pushing, flirting, and swearing, as you would find in any teenage, coed, beach football game.

"Babe, where's my keys" boyfriend looks to me. Suddenly a wave of nausea comes over me as the possibilities run through my head.

He locked them in the car.
They're in the ocean.
Someone stole them from his pocket.
I somehow was made responsible for them and I lost them.
Shit.
We are stranded at the jersey shore with no money.

"When did you last have them?" I inquire helpfully, looking around at everyone's panicked faces.
"I think I felt them in my pocket when we came down from the boardwalk."

Everyone immediately begins scanning the sand, walking heel to toe through our football field. One voice chimes in, "dude they could be anywhere. I think we drifted like 20 feet."

Great. Very helpful.

"What kind of keychain were they on?" friend one asks.

"Just a little Mustang symbol. We're f**ked." boyfriend gravely answers.

The search continues. I'm gently kicking around sand, friend one is bent over, combing the surface with his fingers, friend two is about five feet away in the same position, and boyfriend is about ten feet away, trying to retrace our steps.

What felt like hours have gone by. It was really minutes, but the threat of being stranded here makes this search party seem to drag on forever.

We all come together again, near the entrance to the beach.

"This sucks."

"What are we gonna do?"

"I can call someone maybe."

"I'm not leaving my car here."

Everyone looks close to tears.

"This sucks! I wish I could just reach down and..." in a sweeping motion, boyfriend swings his hand down into the sand out of frustration, flinging sand into the air, "...find them."

The last rays of the setting sun manage to catch the beautiful glistening object dangling from my boyfriend's hand. He holds it up closer to his face as we all stare, mouths agape, at the sparkling treasure just unearthed.

There, from his finger, hung a silver ring with two glimmering keys swaying in unison, and the most attractive Mustang keyring I have ever laid my eyes on.

"Holy shit, dude."
"That was awesome."
"No f**king way."

It was his keys. We were saved.

So we lingered on the boardwalk a while longer. Laughing and joking about how lucky we all were, how especially lucky boyfriend was. When we got to the car, it felt like we had again found treasure. Like we were lucky all over again.

The two hour ride home was a breeze. After all that, I never wanted to leave that car again.

This is a 100% true story. I know, I was there. Hope you enjoyed it.

Peace people!
Xoxoxo