After a few beers, Karen made the mistake of turning to Dave and saying "You know, I think you're the only one of Brian's friends whose balls haven't been placed in uncomfortably close proximity to my face for a photo." (For any of you newcomers see here) and here
Where we proceeded to throw down group beach coldlamps, awww yeah. Check out all the rocks on the beach. The waves there made the craziest sound. Each time the water washed out back towards to ocean, it would drag all of the smaller rocks across the larger rocks on the bottom and make this bizarre, underwater rumbling noise. After a quick swim, we laid down to dry off in the sun and were all quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water.
Check out a Gatsby-esque Fatty maxin-an'-relaxin'. Unbelievable. Shortly after this pic was taken, it started pouring and we were forced to leave. (So we choose to go right to Burger King and celebrate the end of "bathing suit season" with delicious Whoppers with cheese.)
