I couldn’t tell you how it happened, but somehow over the past few years I became… a beach person. I think it’s a combination of the smell of the sea, a great new excuse to buy fantastic towels and beach bags that I don’t need, and the never ending breeze that makes a bad hair day okay. I can deal with the sticking and sweating and traffic and seagulls and lines as long as time, as long as I get my boardwalk cone, and yep, maybe a fried Oreo or two < 3
