Spotted a few firehouses - out of commission of course. NYC doesn't believe in firefighters all that much.
Finally got my toes in the sand. They've been craving it since the first blast of winter wind.
Beer kept chilled and hidden by a tennis sock.
Let's absorb the first beach day one more... Wait... Don't all these fuckers have jobs? It was like 2pm on a Thursday.
This is Penny. We were the backseat bitches on the way back to Queens.
But it's never a beach day until you get stuck in a monsoon with tornadoes in the distance. That's Gary getting some refreshing storm rain as we wait for traffic to move.
MEANWHILE
The boyfriend hangs in B.C. sipping on his beers without a monsoon in sight. Then again... he is working.
Oh, and that view is pretty fancy. But shit, that beer looks fucking good.
