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beach

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meredith12
me11
!rockaway beach5
!asleep4
!far rockaway4
!beach hair3
!best3
!jamaica3
nina3
!scrabble3
fatty2
grant2
!jump2
leigh2
!pretty2
!squinty2
!strangers2
!camera1
dad1
!flying1

beach — Whoa, I'm actually awake on the beach here! How'd that happen?

beach — This pic pretty much sums up how I spent the next two days. Passed out on the beach with a book on my lap.

beach — And see what I mean about the beach? Almost empty!

beach — Oooh-la-la!

beach — Then Sean busted out his camera and took one of Leigh, me and Nina jumping. Leigh was determined to look as serene as possible and not pull any funny faces. She succeeded almost too well.

beach — Which I tried to fight by turning my shirt into a head scarf (something I learned how to do from the roofers when I used to frame houses back in college). Slick, right? (By the way, they totally wouldn't let me on a plane with this).

beach — Swimming in the ocean + Falling asleep with wet hair = BEACH HAIR!

beach — Many of you don't know this, but I smoke when I nap.

beach — Then we pretty much did all the normal beach stuff. You know, swimming, reading, napping, Scrabble playing...

beach — Later on, I got everybody to get up and do a jump take for my camera. They got it perfect on the first try. Every time I'm having a crappy day, I can look at this pick and it will instantly make me laugh my ass off. Everybody is pulling great faces too (click here for hi-rez version). But the very best thing about this photo is...

beach — ...swipe it from me just a few minutes later.

beach — Check out that pristine white sand beach! Pretty sweet, eh? A lot of people I know scoff at the thought of New York City beaches, but those people are idiots! How sweet is it that I can hope on the subway, and for $2 be at a place that looks like this in 30 minutes?

beach — Fatty taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

beach — What's better than a day at the beach?

beach — Squinty Fatty and Meredith.

beach — Check out Grant's face. I think I surprised him by busting out my cam all quick and managed to catch him in the always-awkward mid-flex.

beach — Let's hear it for beach hair.

beach — ..."Oh, here's the beach."

beach — Then we hit the beach.

beach — Pasty guy on the beach! Pasty guy on the beach!

beach — We took a swim, and about, ooooh, about eight minutes after our heads hit the sand...

beach — ...we did also manage to score some suh-weet bracelet and/or anklets.

beach — ...but two! But, that's ok - by this point Meredith and I had decided to roll with the punches and actually got to meet and hang out with a bunch of locals which isn't usually the case you travel. Besides...

beach — Exhausted from trouncing Meredith at Scrabble (yet again! 3-0, baby!) I hit the towel for a nizzap.

beach — Thursday morning we got up, hit the beach and watched the cruise ships come in.

beach — ...not just one visitor trying to sell us stuff and/or take us on a tour...

beach — Squinty!

beach — Pretty!

beach — Back at the hotel, we hit the beach to read and play Scrabble.

beach — Tuesday morning we woke up and headed to the airport to catch our flight back to NYC...but not before we pulled over for a little "beach one more time" detour en route.

beach — ...he tossed me off under the covers. (They also give you packs of mayo that make for sweet under the blanket handjob action). Jake kept telling me that the trip wasn't exactly free.

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