August 04, 2004

Playing Hooky at the Beach with Meredith

On Wednesday morning I managed to convince Meredith (not that it took all that much convincing, mind you) to play hooky from work and head to Jone's Beach with me.

meredith — At 8am we headed to Penn Station so we could catch the Long Island Railroad out to Jones Beach. Meredith ducked out of the hustle and bustle of the terminal and into a bookstore so that she could...

meredith — ...call in sick to work!

meredith — "Shhh! No talking while I'm lying to my boss about being sick in bed!"

meredith — Aw, yeah Egg McMuffin - lemme hear ya!

meredith — A mere 45 minutes later...THE BEACH!

C'mon over ladies.

me, meredith — Jones Beach rules. And it's practically empty on weekdays.

meredith — She don't look sick to me.

me, meredith — Me, doggy-shaking my hair dry.

Meredith's bum.

It's your Uncle Pervy!

Taking all sorts of pervy beach photos.

Sun squinty.

No one around.

Hahaha.

Meredith manning the cam.

Um, yeah. Now it's me taking pictures again.

Beach napping.

Check out what happens when the tide comes in. With the sun getting low in the sky we decided to...

meredith — ...pack it up and head home.

Me back at home post-shower doing my (sunburnt) impression of Clark Kent.

meredith — Meredith (being much smarter than I am) opted for sunblock (instead of the weak-ass number 4 lotion I used) and only ended up getting a little sun-kissed.

me, meredith — But she still got enough of a tan that she had to wear white make up on her face to work the next day so as not to blow her "I was sick in bed yesterday" cover story.

amy k, me — Later that night I finally met up in person with long time internet buddy (yep, we're dorks) and fellow photo-diarist, Amy K.

After a few (or more) drinks at Cherry Tavern, we headed right out to karaoke.

We also ran into my gay twin, Jonas.

amy k, me — At the opening party for some dive bar in the East Village. They didn't have their liquor license yet so get got free glasses of (ow-my-head) champagne.

Amy and I ended up hanging out and talking until super-late...

You know you got drunk when this seems like a perfectly sensible late-night snack purchase.