The only reason the sale wasn't disappointing was because I had very low expectations. Let's just say that we didn't buy anything, but we had a pleasant stroll. One of the most annoying things about the previous two years was how drarwenchicken and I had the same primary address, but we were hardly there at the same time. It was great to have her attention all to myself for such a sustained Solitary Phase of this trip. She is my favorite sister, and I'm not just saying that.
About 100 yards away from the intersection of College and Third, we saw a dark compact wagon turn the corner toward the Sea Cliff. We speculated that it might be K and D (all Beach Weekend attendees will be referred to by code names, for no particular reason), who were expected to arrive at any moment. As we passed 3rd heading for Elm, a black muscle car turned the corner behind us. I didn't expect it to be any of our group (who do we know drives anything with a V8?), but we waved as it passed, because we're from Arizona and we're polite. The car slowed, and it was indeed D and K! We stood in the middle of the street and chatted for a minute (polite people can get away with that in small towns, rude people will just annoy those who are lined up waiting), and then they headed over to park the car and unload. Thus ended the Solitary Phase of the Beach Weekend, and we entered the Party Phase.