We managed to sneak off to the beach on a random Friday evening.
The conversation went sort of like:
“What do you want to do?”
“Are their any movies playing?”
“I don’t really want to go to a bar.”
“I’m too beat for dancing.”
“I wish I could just go swimming.”
“We should just go to the beach.”
“…”
There were hotdogs (turkey!) beer and s’mores. You couldn’t ask for better.
(it helps to live 2 hours from the coast)
