In day-to-day life, I'm constantly reminded of Dane Cook, a very quotable comedian among the Gen Y audience. Many times I think about his situations - even if exaggerated or completely made up - and wish they'd happen in my life. You know, just to make everyday life a tad less mundane.
Well last weekend, I think I one-upped Mr. Cook.
One of his stand-up routines defines nothing fights as stupid fights he hears between couples that are clearly about the most trivial topics, such as about items on a grocery list. With this example, Dane goes on to say that he likes to involve himself in these fights in order to further exaggerate a fight that shouldn't have even begun in the first place.
Even though I declare to have "one-upped" his nothing fights, I didn't join any fights to benefit my own amusement. I did, however, delight in the fact that I was sitting on a beach enjoying a tropical paradise while others were about to explode in anger over a boyfriend's sarcastic comment.
I don't know if it was the sound of the waves hitting the shore, the rustle of the palms in the soothing Pacific coastal breeze, the sipping of frozen drinks and fresh fruit smoothies, or the exotic Costa Rican birds flying above; but something was upsetting Playa Dominical's guests.
It was hilarious enough for me to see two arguments - in English - in such a beautiful, peaceful setting within a couple hours of one another. This was more beach excitement than I had expected, and I put full attention into the activities at hand.
In one of these dramatic beach episodes, the girl yelled at her guy to chip in for a meal and stop being so cheap with the trip expenses. This was just as they were concluding their meal at the beachside restaurant, Tortilla Flats. (Which, by the way, is a hostel bar that errs on the side of cheap.)
But this one wasn't as exciting as the next one a few hours later.
This episode began with a "pop" after which I flipped my melting body around and focused on a big SUV rental car that had just hit one of the palm trees. Outside of the damaged car stood the boyfriend (or so it appeared based on the situation that ensued afterward). The girlfriend got out of the car and tried to verbally abuse him for the next twenty minutes. I say "tried to" because, with his agile, cat-like skills, he was simultaneously trying to outsmart her with zig-zags and walking in circles. After all, he had a beer in hand that was waiting for his undivided attention. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't an alligator. She was able to stay in his face yelling. Sadly the beach breeze carried away the sounds, and all I picked up from the whole fight was, "You're such an a#shole!"
After 20-25 minutes of watching him avoid eye contact from his fuming girlfriend, I finally began to lose interest.
About 10 minutes after that, I glanced down the beach to see him in the distance hand-in-hand with his... beer. Yep, looks like the dude - and his beer - won.
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