A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 27

Day 27: Keep Those Beach Bodies Sexy

You know it’s going to be a good day when Robi wakes up wearing a suit and a smile.

Pictured: Potential Good Times
Pictured: Potential Good Times

I wasn’t sure why he was in such a good mood, but I wasn’t going to question it, even as his morning routine went from normal (well, normal for him) to bizarre (which is only slightly more bizarre than normal). I was fine with him walking down to the basement and making a rude forum post for no apparent reason. It was cool that he stared at a painting for almost an hour. I could even understand it when he made not one, but two family-sized plates of Beelzebub Cakes.

Classic Robi
Classic Robi

However, it wasn’t until I noticed that he, and the other three, had the “Stir-Crazy” emotion bringing them down a bit that I realized the reason behind his more than normal madness. Up until now there haven’t been many problems that they haven’t been able to work out for themselves. When the house was filthy under the reign of Josephine, they cleaned it. When the repo-man stole their Flamingo, they soldiered on. The one thing they’d never really done was go out just for the hell of it. Typically, they always seemed to have enough fun chilling around the house, or playing gigs, or taking a swim. But now, how were they going to solve the problem of needing to get out of the house?

Solution!
Solution!

That’s right. They grouped up, packed a lunch (presumably), hopped into the Murder Mobile and drove an unnecessarily long route to a beach that was literally just across a small bay from their house. I guess the water directly behind their house wasn’t fresh enough, or perhaps it was just too close to the house, and it wouldn’t have cleared the “Stir-Crazy” debuff. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful Sunday, and they were gonna have some fun.

Robi started off the fun by catching himself an unsuspecting woman
Robi started off the fun by catching himself an unsuspecting woman

It was your classic day at the beach. Pete and Claudia jumped right into the surf, while Robi and Farrah had a friendly competition, no doubt to see who could land the biggest haul.

 It was a competition so fierce, the likes of which have never been seen
It was a competition so fierce, the likes of which have never been seen

After three hours of fishing, they had caught a total of eight fish between them (I believe Robi had five and Farrah had 3, though she did walk away with this beauty)

She looks less than happy with her catch
She looks less than happy with her catch

While they fished, the others swam. And swam. And swam. Eventually, other people arrived to have some fun of their own. Unbeknownst to them, and me for that matter, Claudia forgets her shyness whenever she’s swimming. As soon as she saw another beach patron swim remotely close to her, she zipped over and splashed that chick right in the face.

Begone SeaBitch!
In the face!

I’m pretty sure Claudia meant it all in fun, but the other woman was not amused. She harrumphed a bit, splashed back, maybe grumbled some threatening words about calling her lawyer, before swimming off and leaving the beach completely. Damn Claudia, you straight up ruined that woman’s day. Before long, it was time for dinner – grilled hot ( and tofu) dogs on the beach’s communal grill.

There are so many questions about this picture. Why is Pete standing over there? Why is Robi in a suit? Why are the tofu dogs black?
There are so many questions about this picture. Why is Pete standing over there? Why is Robi in a suit? Why are the tofu dogs black?

Needless to say, after a day full of swimming and angling frivolity, their stir-craziness was a thing of  the past, and it was time to go home. After a few hours of dancing, jamming, and general merriment, the day drew to a close. It had indeed been a day of total relaxation and perfect for recharging. It was also fun to see MML take it upon themselves to solve their problems. My little babies were growing up!

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