Part of the appeal of living in the bay area is being able to beach bum it on all occasions, great and small.

Take pregnancy tests, for instance. Ordinarily a bummer (if you are someone with any sense and appreciation for life) but when done in a proper setting, totally cool - no big deal. It's a beautiful, sunny Saturday in the Bay in January but shit, gotta make sure you're not with child. Best thing to do; walk on over to the safeway and pick up supplies: EPT, New Castle (gotta go with something slightly mature, bold), and some safeway brand robitussin (for celebration later). Head over to the beach, climb up on the rocks and take in that west coast appeal - some hippies making giant, meticulous circles and stars in the sand (at the time it was solstice, I think), plenty of dogs catching frisbees, and the ocean...fuck man, the ocean. Take only a moment for inspiration and a sip of beer, then crouch down in the nearest cave for the big pee. Lay that shit on a rock ledge and go relax - everything's totally cool - no babies 2008.