When the boardwalk got too crowded, we retreated to the beach. Some guy that I think was a friend of Greg's, Sarah, Catrinel, and Greg (of the now defunct GregtheBoyfriend. Sniffle). The best thing about Coney Island (other than the Cyclone) is that there are these magical Puerto Ricans that roam the beach with ice cold sacks of beer. If you can manage to flag one down over the din, they'll sell you frosty beers for like $2 a piece! Some of you that were on the boardwalk might've heard Sarah screaming "Dos cervezas, por favor!" Actually, some of you in Manhattan might've heard her. Girl's got lungs.
After a few beers, Karen made the mistake of turning to Dave and saying "You know, I think you're the only one of Brian's friends whose balls haven't been placed in uncomfortably close proximity to my face for a photo." (For any of you newcomers see here) and here
All the people dressed up and participating in the parade start on the boardwalk, walk down the beach through three gated ribbons, each representing a season, and then march the entire parade right in the water, officially bringing in the summer.
