Sand in my shoes

Other people go to barbecues. I audition for them.

Today must have been my fourth or fifth one where I'm playing a guest at a bbq (which, I suppose, is better than playing the entree). And always an "upscale" barbecue. What's up with that?

I was told that khakis and a button down are what's up with that, which is how most of the guys were dressed. But this one dude must have been trying out for Diddy's summer party in the Hamptons -- he was in the full-on white three-piece. He looked great, though. I wanted to go to the party that was inside his head.

Anyway, I put on these shoes I hadn't worn since Puerto Vallarta and there was sand in them. Real, genuine Pacific sand.

{Sigh}