the sand/beach/desert thing is not so bad.
but, it also reminds me of a joke. Two country kids decide to get married and so they jump in his truck and drive a few counties over and finally find a JP to wed them.... it is 2 am before they are finally alone and failing to find a motel with a vacancy or that is open that late, they finally decide to sleep in an old cemetary.
The grass is damp so, they find a raised, flat grave marker to bed down on. Within a few moments the young lovebirds are deep in the throes of passion, so happy to be wed, so happy to be together even if it happens to be in humble circumstances.
The next morning as the sun began to wake, the couple stirred.. "we better get out of here before folks show up," said our young lothario. "my back is really hurting," his young bride moaned.
"Oh baby, I'll take you to the doctor" and they hurried off to the doctors office. The doctor began his examination asking where it hurt etc... finally, he said, "young lady, when were you born?" "Why I was born in 1992 sir," she proclaimed. The doctor looked puzzled and replied, "Well, that can't be right."
The young bride responded, "why would you say that?"
"Well," the doctor replied, "It says right here on your back that you were born in 1892 and died in 1978."
badom bom.
Thank you, thank you very much.