In an earlier post today, I made reference to a saxophone. That’s because I was thinking about this saxophone player I know from around the Venice ‘hood who always rides his skateboard barefoot while playing his sax. He cruises through town bringing a sense of peace with him. And sometimes you can be out near the beach in the twilight when the cold and the fog and the wind kicks up enough to send you home . . . and then from the mist, you hear the peal of a saxophone moving through the boardwalk. I hadn’t seen him in probably a year or more.

Today is sunshiney and windy. I just got back from a quick skate and I’m rolling down the boardwalk, the wind pushing me fast. I look up into the people ahead and my eyes rest on a glint of sun coming off of a stationary . . . saxophone! No way . . . I’m thinking, and grind my stopper into the cement to slow down and sure enough, it’s my old friend the barefoot skateboarding saxophone player who I’d just been thinking of today!

I’m to that point in my life when, sometimes, I have camel-toe and I don’t really care.

It’s my roller skating outfit - strechy sexy matching workout pants and jacket - with racing stripes on the side of the pants. It’s tight, in all the right places. The orange and brown of the suit match my orange and brown skates. The pants pull up in just the right spot, but not too far. This is no exaggerated cameltopia happening. It’s subtle. It’s sexy.

The other day I wore the roller skating suit to the grocery store (without the skates). As I push my cart down the aisle, I turn my head and spy a gentleman in his mid-40’s or so totally checking me out. And I catch his glance and smile and kind of chuckle. He gives me a rather pleasant look that seems to say, “Thank you, lady, thank you for wearing that outfit to the grocery store.”

No problem! So, you see, really I am performing a public service while wearing this outfit - skating the boardwalk or not. Note - it’s difficult for me to get pix of this, but I did have a photoshoot with a friend today and I think we may have gotten it, so look for the upcoming shots. I just couldn’t keep it, you know, the camel toe, to myself.