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.
Right afterwards, we made a run to McDonalds to get some food. On the walk over, Greg found a pair of women's high-heeled boots on the street and traded his shoes for them. Here he is laughing hysterically showing his new shoes to the (very confused) late shift workers behind the counter.
