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On Wednesday morning I managed to convince Meredith (not that it took
all that much convincing, mind you) to play hooky from work
and head to Jone's Beach with me.
At 8am we headed to Penn Station so we could
catch the Long Island Railroad out to Jones Beach. Meredith
ducked out of the hustle and bustle of
the terminal and into a bookstore so that she could...
...call in sick to work!
"Shhh! No talking while I'm lying to my
boss about being sick in bed!"
Aw, yeah Egg McMuffin - lemme hear ya!
A mere 45 minutes later...THE BEACH!
C'mon over ladies.
Jones Beach rules. And it's practically empty on weekdays.
She don't look sick to me.
Me, doggy-shaking my hair dry.
Meredith's bum.
It's your Uncle Pervy!
Taking all sorts of pervy beach photos.
Sun squinty.
No one around.
Hahaha.
Meredith manning the cam.
Um, yeah. Now it's me taking pictures again.
Beach napping.
Check out what happens when the tide comes in. With the sun
getting low in the sky we decided to...
...pack it up and head home.
Me back at home post-shower doing my (sunburnt) impression
of Clark Kent.
Meredith (being much smarter than I am) opted for sunblock
(instead of the weak-ass number 4 lotion I used) and only
ended up getting a little sun-kissed.
But she still got enough of a tan that she had to wear white
make up on her face to work the next day so as not to blow
her "I was sick in bed yesterday" cover story.
Later that night I finally met up in person with long time
internet buddy (yep, we're dorks) and fellow
photo-diarist Amy K.
After a few (or more) drinks at Cherry Tavern, we headed
right out to karaoke.
We also ran into my gay twin, Jonas.
At the opening party for some dive bar in the East Village.
They didn't have their liquor license yet so get got free
glasses of (ow-my-head) champagne.
Amy and I ended up hanging out and talking until super-late...
You know you got drunk when this seems like a perfectly sensible
late night snack..
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on 03.29.2005)
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