Holy best day ever!
10:00 AM
10:00 PM
Desperately wish you could see this better, but the video on my camera doesn't have a light. Raf dedicated the video to Colleen Miller, an avid reader and fan of "Livin' the Dream". Don't you think she should come live the dream with us?
Fridays are my new Saturdays, now that I'm only teaching summer school Monday-Thursday. I woke up when Raf got home from work (8AM). We got some Chick-fil-a breakfast, then headed to the very best beach day ever. I wish these pictures could do it justice:
80 degrees, nice cool breeze, not a cloud in the sky = bliss.
We stayed for about 4 hours. Kev wanted me to get a pan shot of the surf side to the swimming side of the beach, but the tide was too high to get the shot. The swimming side looked just like a panic on the 4th of July , but as you can see, the surfing side was basically empty. Awesome! Plus we didn't have to pay the new (stupid) $2 fee because we were there before 10 AM.
After the beach, we registered at Macy's, thanks to Karen (no, really... this is not a sarcastic thanks!), then headed home to get ready for the evening. Had some dinner with the Psimi and Heard/Black's and played some cornhole, then the whole biker gang headed out for a ride to the oceanfront. Before we could leave some small repairs were needed:
(My new favorite method to protect the privacy of a certain someone...)
This is an AutoZone we went to to fix Heard's handlebars. While the boys bonded, the rest of us intimidated the locals on our "hogs":
We even took on an '89 ('91?) Mustang.
FINALLY, we headed out to Chick's. There was a really good band playing, with a little kid as a temporary lead singer!
He was actually really good too...
We were pleasantly surprised to see some familiar faces. Makes me feel like a local when this happens! In addition to Christy and James (our DJ for the wedding and his wife, Kevin's brother's sister-in-law... which is more complicated than it sounds!), we saw:
Fireman Chris
Rick Wall, my new tanning standard
Cap'n Ray, throwing the 21 sign with Kevin Bacon.
And this guy, who is not my friend, but should be... his Baywatch tank top and frosted tips were priceless.
Zach's lady friend had the best shoes ever, if I do say so myself:
I originally purchased these suckas for our Jersey Shore polar plunge, but they have endeared themselves to me and are now part of my regular wardrobe.
The music was great, as this video, which I realize you cannot see but am posting anyway because it was awesome, proves. Here's Raf doing the B. Leavy dance:
The mention of Ricky joining us reminded Haylie and I of last summer and suddenly we reignited our passion with Rocket Fuel, Long Island's favorite beverage:
Raf was determined to ruin every picture... more proof:
Aw, but here's a nice one:
Here I am practicing my taste bud trick for learning to drink and do other stuff good too.
"There's Only One Ricky" arrived a bit later in the evening and took a picture with Uncle Big Face:
And Uncle Not-so-Big-Face:
And Tim and his lover bonded:
Tim tried to protect his fries to no avail:
"At least I asked", he says...
And the rest of us just had a good time:
...especially Heard.
And then we biked home. This was a good night, Tater.
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