Humor in South Florida Boca Raton: Beach

So I experienced another Blatant Boca moment this weekend. On Saturday, I woke up, putzed around la casa for a bit and decided to head over to the beach, Spanish River Beach to be exact.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the elderly were complaining, it was the sort of day that could make even the most uptight of snowbirds smile.

I picked out my proverbial “spot” to park myself, there was plenty of room to the left and right of my locale for any loud groups which tend to need larger areas for their shenanigans, so I felt I was fully protected against noise and any frisbees mishaps that may occur. I proceed to unload my goods, baste myself with oil and recline in my new lounger, life is good. I am just beginning to enjoy the cancer-causing rays, when suddenly a group of about 30 people start walking to the shoreline.

I feel myself becoming annoyed; the madding crowd is fully dressed and louder than a runaway train. There are some toddlers running in and out of the water, a few stragglers talking loudly on their cell phones (there is no other way in Boca) and everyone who was previously relaxing seaside, is currently wondering what the heck is going on… Just then I see them, 2 priests amongst the chaos, it dawns on me that what I am about to become witness to a Boca Baptism. My only knowledge of a Baptism comes from a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode, which wasn’t particularly amusing.

My emotions simmer down, I am not religious, but I do respect and try to understand the views of those who are bible thumpers. Suddenly it hits me, this is not your average baptism. There are tots running and screaming, there are about 10 people talking way too loud on their phones and discussing their plans after the blessed event. Cell phones, screaming, is nothing sacred? Can I mention the hooting and hollering that took place during the actual event? It was indeed a Blatant Boca Baptism.