And we love rugby legs.

Is it time for another beach adventure?  Yeah!  Do we wanna wake up early for it?  Hell no!

The Ivy League Crew et. al. met up at Penn Station to go out to Asbury Park.  Based on our last Asbury Park adventure (and part 2), I figured we weren’t missing all that much by not going to the beach, so I suggested we leave later and go straight to the pool at the Empress Hotel, pre-gaming on the train, of course.  Somehow, Pubic Finance and her boyfriend, Taye Diggs, missed the 1:07 (PM, mind you) train.

We got off the train and stopped at the liquor store, conveniently located 100 feet from the station.

We decided not to take the same route through the main part of the hood.

Instead, we went the back way.  Can you call it a juke joint if it’s north of the Mason Dixon?

Some people got lost on the way to the beach…

Okay, okay, maybe she was resting; she had obviously walked more than 100 meters.

But we felt a lot more at home when we saw (future) gay condos.

There was still no lifeguard.

Or was there?

 

Well, there was certainly fried food.

But apparently we couldn’t pay with American Express.

PS, that’s the tray that my bill came on.  I don't get it either.

Wait a minute… we know her!  A new friend of ours (met through the Long Island Gays) was there with some of her own friends!  Freak-Ho is the type of ‘girl’ that changes her relationship status every day on Facebook.  No, literally, I her relationship status is on my newsfeed every day.  Anyway, she’s there with her rugby team (I didn’t know she played rugby!).  And we love rugby legs. 

 

True story: Urban Sprawl posts this picture on Facebook.  We don’t know the guy whose ass I’m checking out (well, we didn’t meet him til that day).  I comment “Love. Rugby. Legs.”  Then Freak-Ho tags the guy in the picture.  I wouldn’t have been that blatant if I’d’ve known he was going to see it!  Oh well.

 

We make a lot of noise.  We spike our own drinks.  We yell at boys.  Somehow, I end up doing a runway walk down the side of the pool.  Boys, I think it’s time to go.  Boys?  BOYS!

 

Do you think we went home after the beach?  NEVER!  Well, okay, I went home to drop off my bag.  Then I went to No Parking. 

 

Not that it was all that eventful as far as plot line goes.  The best part may have been the Eurotrash I met in the line outside.  But a good time was had by all.  Did I mention that I love a DJ that can do an excellent 70s/80s extended flashback set?  Yeah.

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