Later that afternoon, we hit the beach again. Parts of the boardwalk had been pretty badly damaged by the storm (but nothing compared with what Sandy would do 13 months later).
We called Pauly and Lisa to meet up with them and found out that they were 30 blocks away. But it's always nice to walk the boardwalk, so we hoofer over to meet them.
Maybe I mispoke earlier. While inexpensive frosty beach beers are wonderful, you can probably find them at other beaches. But where else in the world will $5 enable you to shoot high-velocity paintball guns at a live human (trying his darnedest not to get hit) at a range of 25ft? Let's hear it for SHOOT THE FREAK!
Mah-mah-mobscene! I always swear I'm going to watch a few of the bands, but then it's always so hot and crowded that I instead opt to stand on the boardwalk and people-watch...
Like three years ago, Vice featured this guy as one of their fashion "Don'ts." (I'm not sure why, maybe it was the sandals?) Anyway, here he is three years later kicking it to two chicks. Hey, if it ain't broke...you know what I'm saying?
...we hit the boardwalk for some more greasy food (between the three of us we ate 3 corndogs, a jumbo Italian sausage, a shish kebab, an order of fries and a FUNNEL CAKE.) The only thing that hurt more than my stomach was my wallet.
