I was back in the pub sitting on one bar stool with my feet propped up on another one. I was enjoying a well deserved rest after pretty full 4th of July weekend and so I was relaxing and thankfully the pub was pretty empty. I was basking in the glory of this 4th of July Weekend and remembering the beach party from Saturday and I could believe how well it had gone. Most of that had been because Rose on the beach had made it so easy. We arrived and she had pretty much had everything set up for us other than we had to put up our pavilion and set up the bar. Hour later Margareta and Pina Colada arrived with the truck to deliver the theology. Once things were set Tequila and I went home to get ready ourselves.
Not that there was much to get ready though as both of us had every intention of enjoying the ‘clothing optional’ part of the festivities. Beach chairs, umbrella, sunglasses and such we gathered together and threw them in our car. Then after a good shower we headed to the beach. We arrived ‘au naturel” and we were not alone in that department. In fact, this year everybody arrived that way. It caused me to think back to the first beach party where it was kind of a half and half event as far as nudity, last year it started out that way but ended pretty much with everyone with few exceptions being in the buff by the end. This year, the only one who arrived with any clothing was Scotch who always insists on wearing his kilt although he did discard it pretty early in this case. Tequila and I set up our spot and then I got busy making sure the theology was cold and everyone was happy.
Pint had arrived with Margareta and Pina and so he was the only non-human at the party but being who he is he had no shortage of fun. Without bikini tops and bottoms to steal though he had to content himself with stealing people’s blankets and then playing a game of keep away which was amusing to see peoples various body parts bounce around as people tried to get them back. Pint however is very heterosexual so it mostly was the girls’ blankets and such that he stole. Call him a sexist if you want but that’s Pint always liking the girls enough to tease them.
Open bar so people had to help themselves. Theology is a wonderful thing to lighten the mood but I always get a little wary about having so much of it. It could make for trouble. The day’s events though went long with everyone enjoying a each others company, being lightly buzzed on theology and just enjoying the beach. I won’t say their was no cuddling of couples but for the most part I was kept busy enjoying and cuddling with my own lady and checking the bar now and then.
Colonel Gin was a little worried about security but I pointed out to him a couple things. Vampires don’t like the sunlight even those that are immune to tis effects get vertigo in its light. Secondly, we had more people now that handled those kind of things and we had set up a screen around the beach. I also reminded him that everyone had brought some sort of carry to the beach container and there was a good chance that in them was some sort of weapon. I knew my ‘cooler’ had my BFG in it and I always keep it nearby. The screen would give us enough a warning and we could react. After that little conversation, he seemed to relax.
As it turned out I was right, the vampires didn’t send even a single thrall. We had a fabulous time and the whole thing ended with fireworks over the lake and or traditional tribal bonfire where everyone danced naked the fire in tribal paint to the sound of drums and had a great time. After people started to head home, the staff and Rose helped load up our truck with all the stuff and left over theology (just a few bottles) and Margareta and Pina took it back to the pub with Pint who was so exhausted that he curled up in the truck’s seat. Tequila and myself gathered our personal stuff and headed home. We crawled into bed that night pretty tired but after a short cuddling session found the energy to do what married couples do before falling fast asleep.
Right now it was a slow Monday morning and I was just basking in the moment that things were OK. Life was good and so I was enjoying it because things have a way of changing very quickly and when you least expect them to do so. In the meantime, I would soon get back to work: brewing theology, running the pub and saving the world from things that go bump in the night.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!