As much as the dream of leaving here tempts me, there are days when there is no place more perfect in which to live. Slept in. Picked up, kate, went to riis. Funny, this IS an actual picture of the beach, but it looks way cleaner than in person, riiiiight?
Then, after, calm black ocean went to my FAVORITE bar in NY and played scrabble for a few hours. A perfect day.
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don't reveal the tamaqua's local. if it gets out we'll never be able to go again. and where will all those unemployed, steaming alcoholic fisherman go? yum.
wait, if this is on the way back from riis, i think i know where this is? I'm so jealous, nothing's emptier than riis on a weekday, and all i've gotten everytime i've been there this summer is scary riptide freaky waves. and god i wish it was cleaner.
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