Chris went to the shore to visit his grandmother and to celebrate his dad's birthday. I went with him, but we only stayed for a night, then came back here. It was awesome. Here's the pictures from both locations.

On the way there, we drove through Dennis Township. Ol' Dennis McCarthy's home town.	It was fucking hot the day we drove there (and Chris had no a/c - obviously), so we decided the shirts had to go. We fit right in with the Jersey trash.	... It was clearly too hot for pants, also, so I removed mine. (This has become a summer trend of mine.)	Chris, his dad, and his grandmother. Nobody listens to her, because she's old, you see.
We went to one of the boardwalks. I can't remember which one. Chris tried the strength tester thing, and the guy who runs it gave him a free lesson.	Chris likes Scooby a LOT.	heh heh	Chris is a master of the bbq.
The beach was really beautiful one night, so Chris and I took these ultra-dramatic shots.
Then Chris got made at the moon.	Why, moon?! WHY?!?!	Two moons. Come on, it had to be done.	Here's the spooooooooon!
Frostie!	Chris used to read this book when he was a kid. He knows "exactly" how it ends.	Look at this kid!	Can you imagine getting a $50 dollar fine for changing/bathing in the bathroom?
Ahh, flags and cigarettes. What else could you need?	Abbie Heppie's home.		The Westhoff family is knows for having the worst toasters ever.
	When we came back, we went bowling. I won, and was paid by Chris. 148, baby!	The makings of "the evaporator".	Oh dear god. This guy comes alive at night and murders people.
yum.	Chris in his natural environment.	Chris and Neal	This guy cooks our food.
We could get real tats here, but we don't. We like Minellas' fakes ones better.	"... Oh man, at the Ozfest, people kept buying me beers because they liked my hair..."		Hayden at Briscoe's.
Lee hearts Reb.		Reb was too wasted for a photograph.
Matt at Briscoe's.	Pimp Jesse and his bitches.	oh yeah.