coney island.

spent the day on the beach, dodging syringes and men wielding video cameras.

one of the more, um, charming features of coney island is that sketchy-looking individuals will roam the beach with food and beer in their backpacks and yell out, "corona! budweiser! ice cold beer! newports! mangoes! tamales!", usually while also ringing a bell or honking a horn. we didn't partake, but did end up having a pina colada and many beers at cha cha's, a boardwalk bar.

(didn't hit the cyclones game as planned, but drinking beer in the shade with lovely ladies was probably a better choice of activity, anyway.)

i'm a bit red, despite slathering on the sunscreen.

i can't wait to sleep in tomorrow, stretched out in bed, with the a/c on high.