34. Go to Jones Beach
Beaches in NYC are never this clean.
New pedicure covered in sand. Feet still tormented by ballet. Poor toes.
New Gameboy DS for the boyfriend. Fuck Yeah Zelda 3-D. Childhood memories + 3-D = Awesome.
Correction: Go to Avon-by-the-Sea beach. Jones beach is riddled with dead prostitute corpses and the person/persons doing the killing is still roaming like a beast. So let's stay away from there...
57. Go to a BBQ party
I forgot to take photos during the festivities. ALRIGHT!! I got too drunk on American beer. Jeez, you guys really know how to pull my leg. BUT, here's the aftermath. Sleepy baby got sleepy.
There was girl talk, pool fun, grilled corn and hot dogs. The bros went to do their bro stuff and the girls went to play with my niece.
Let's not forget a backdrop of yachts and beautiful Atlantic waters.
I fell asleep shortly after and woke up with a wicked hangover.
Wait no that was the day after next, July 6th.









