Hot Dogs, Waves and Rock & Roll

Yesterday Matt drove me to Mentor for some hot dogs and beach action at Mentor Headlands. The place we went to for hot dogs was called Scooters, which is right off 90 in Mentor. They have all kinds of different hot dogs, a ridiculous serving of fries and huge pickles in a jar which I was pretty pumped about. I got the extreme dog, which was good at the time but I paid for it later if you know what I mean. It had jalapenos, hot sauce, blue cheese and celery, then I added onions and mustard at the little counter thingy. It was good but exploded all over my shirt when I bit into it. Matt got a nacho dog which had tortilla chips and nacho cheese etc. I took a bite of that and it also exploded all over me. I left there looking like I had just finished painting.
Then we were off to the beach. When we got there, we looked out and there were like 8 foot waves-the lake looked like an ocean! I took off my flip flops and ran as fast as I could into the water! The beach nazis were driving up and down making sure no one was swimming but that didn't stop us. We would run up to the wave and then ride it into shore. Super fun and even more fun that we weren't supposed to be out there! When I got home, I dumped about a gallon of sand into my shower from my bikini bottoms but it was worth it. Talk about a sandy 'you know what'. After that, we were off to Tower City Amphitheatre to see Stone Temple Pilots and the great Scott Weiland, aka the only functioning heroin addict I know. The show was amazing. Took me back to the time when I bought the CD at Camelot Music at Parmatown Mall. Remember that place? haha My mom said, let me see those lyrics before you buy that. She read out loud, "when the dogs begin to smell her, will she smell alone?" She said, "well I don't even know what that means so I guess it's fine".