september 07, 2002

two days at fort tilden

So my friend Suzi told me about, then gave me directions to a TOP SECRET beach that's only 8 miles from Manhattan: Fort Tilden Beach. It used to be a depot for Nike Air Defense Missiles in the Cold War, but the base has since been closed down and now it's a public beach.

Day One

There's my pimpin' ride, yo. (Which I just recently got rid of *sniffle*). ˆ car ˆ vw ˆ

On Saturday Grant, Sarah and I woke up to a beautiful sunny day and scrambled to get out to our secret beach as fast as we could. ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ sarah l ˆ beach ˆ fort tilden ˆ sunglasses ˆ

See? Nobody's there! This beach is literally a 15 minute drive from Manhattan, can you believe that?!? ˆ sarah l ˆ beach ˆ best ˆ fort tilden ˆ

Grant & Sarah. ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ beach ˆ

The most obvious perk at an empty beach is that there aren't any people around. A less-realized, ancillary perk is that sometimes your female friends will take out their "perks" and sun them in front of you. Grant peeps over Sarah's bizzoobie. ˆ grant ˆ best ˆ boobs ˆ shy ˆ

Hahahaha! Look at Grant's expression in the background. ˆ grant ˆ best ˆ boobs ˆ shy ˆ

Immediately afterwards, Grant decided to run into the water to "take a swim" (a.k.a - hide the big, beach boner he popped in his tight, little Euro-swimtrunks he got from STARING at Sarah's titties.) ˆ grant ˆ beach ˆ fort tilden ˆ ocean ˆ run ˆ

Day Two

Late Saturday evening, two of Grant's friends, James & Charlene, arrived from London. They hadn't seen the sun in months, so on Sunday morning, we got up bright and early and headed right back to the beach! ˆ charlene ˆ grant ˆ sarah l ˆ fort tilden ˆ

James buries Grant. ˆ grant ˆ beach ˆ bury ˆ sand ˆ

Once Grant was buried up to his neck in sand (READ: helpless), ˆ grant ˆ beach ˆ bury ˆ sand ˆ

We promptly busied ourselves turning him into a sand-bodied hermaphrodite; complete with boobies and a sand-crafted cockn'ballz. (Yep, we are mature.) ˆ grant ˆ beach ˆ best ˆ bury ˆ fort tilden ˆ sand ˆ