On the crazy, twisty coast-hugging road back, we saw signs for some beach (Baker Beach, maybe?) and decided to head over and check it out. Maybe even take a swim!
Hey, most of you being smarter than me probably already know this, but just in case any of you out there are as dumb as me, here's a little factoid for you: the Pacific Ocean is FUCKING FREEZING! WTF?? You can't swim in there! Here's a picture of Meredith getting the soles of her feet wet moments before screaming and running back to dry land. Damn. That shit was so hold it felt hot! Like and ocean of lava. Fack!
See those two guys carrying the raft in the background? They kept climbing into the raft together, paddling out a few feet into the water, then getting absolutely hammered by giant waves. They'd wash up on the shore, coughing and sputtering, laugh like fucking loons, then paddle back out and do it again. Beavis and Butthead are alive and well in Jersey, baby. If only my batteries hadn't died.
On Monday (the day after my birthday) I went down to meet up with my parents and their little shorehouse near Long Beach Island in southern NJ. Here's my mom, brother, dad and Uncle Bruce chilling on the beach at LBI.
When the boardwalk got too crowded, we retreated to the beach. Some guy that I think was a friend of Greg's, Sarah, Catrinel, and Greg (of the now defunct GregtheBoyfriend. Sniffle). The best thing about Coney Island (other than the Cyclone) is that there are these magical Puerto Ricans that roam the beach with ice cold sacks of beer. If you can manage to flag one down over the din, they'll sell you frosty beers for like $2 a piece! Some of you that were on the boardwalk might've heard Sarah screaming "Dos cervezas, por favor!" Actually, some of you in Manhattan might've heard her. Girl's got lungs.
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
In a crazy-ass coincidence, later that afternoon Colin and Heather showed up! They parked their set up a good 25 yards from us (so they could cannoodle in peace).
After an hour in the sun, some of the (many) treats we'd purchased on the car ride out, especially the chocolately ones, had gotten gooey. Rather than having to squirt it out of the wrapper like toothpaste, Grant decided to chill that motherfucker out in the ocean to return it to a more solid state. (Mmmmmmm....delicious Fastbreak).
Meredith, being of the fair-skinned persuation, lotioned up with full-on sunblock (including a little dollop for where her hair parts so that her scalp wouldn't burn).
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