My partner and I went to a resort town while things were in the weird not-entirely-closed-but-weird post-lockdown phase. We figured it would be absolutely dead and we were right.
It was mid spring or so, and we walked from our hotel to a nearby private pier (owned by a condo or high-end hotel or something), with a growler of beer and some glasses, hopped the gate and sat there on their deck furniture, naked, drinking in the dark on this lake for several hours. Not a soul in sight. Just the night sky, us, and a good time.
Then a cold breeze rolled in and we hurriedly got dressed and walked back to the hotel down the center of the street.
It was super surreal, very enjoyable, and had that liminal space feeling to it.
My partner and I went to a resort town while things were in the weird not-entirely-closed-but-weird post-lockdown phase. We figured it would be absolutely dead and we were right.
It was mid spring or so, and we walked from our hotel to a nearby private pier (owned by a condo or high-end hotel or something), with a growler of beer and some glasses, hopped the gate and sat there on their deck furniture, naked, drinking in the dark on this lake for several hours. Not a soul in sight. Just the night sky, us, and a good time.
Then a cold breeze rolled in and we hurriedly got dressed and walked back to the hotel down the center of the street.
It was super surreal, very enjoyable, and had that liminal space feeling to it.