Last summer featured three instances where I was able to swim in the Atlantic: trips to Miami, the Jersey Shore and the Hamptons, NY. Both featured my best friends, and both were wild times. By day we enjoyed some quality beach time (complete with sweet burns), which was a nice transition, as I am not typically a beach person (see aforementioned burns). In any event, here is some photographic evidence of my being at the beach (Note: I swear I went into the water, though only one shot will get me on my way out)...
Jersey Shore...managed to survive the trip, though it certainly wasn't easy...
One of these things does not tan...
Apparently, a LOT of people got the memo about coming to the beach. And we're allll cramped together on the narrow strip of dry sand. The Hamptons, 2010.
Fresh off a nice session of waves and waboba throwing...
Yes, I'm obliged to say "South Beach, bringin' the heat". No, I don't feel bad about it.
Jersey Shore...managed to survive the trip, though it certainly wasn't easy...
One of these things does not tan...
Apparently, a LOT of people got the memo about coming to the beach. And we're allll cramped together on the narrow strip of dry sand. The Hamptons, 2010.
Fresh off a nice session of waves and waboba throwing...
Yes, I'm obliged to say "South Beach, bringin' the heat". No, I don't feel bad about it.
