Life is a Beach

We've had a rather wet and cool month of June but on Thursday sun and heat was forecast. It seemed like a good idea to pack up the car and hit the beach.

Around here, that's called the shore, as in "I'm going down shore." We met my friend sb and had some quality time admiring the sound of the ocean rolling in. JT made some friends and they dug a large hole, the purpose of which was to.....well, let's just say that when you are nine years old, you don't need a reason to dig a hole.
And then the boys headed for some surf.
They caught the waves with the boy's boogie board and generally enjoyed the feel of the ocean.

It was a good day.

Bad Beach Behavior

At the beach yesterday, before S got another case of cold-induced hives (it seems to be an actual condition and we think he may have it), one beach towel away from our towel, there was a couple loudly playing mariachi music and entwined with one another in such a way that their intentions could not be mistaken.
The music was loud enough to drown out the waves. KO and I were torn........should we get out a hose, spray them, and loudly announce that they should get a room? Or should we give in, listen to the mariachi music and hope that soon someone would soon be serving some cold Coronas with salsa and chips?