"Who ate all the watermelon?"

Today was pretty fabulous.

Charlye, Paige, and I went to the beach, and it was lovely. The weather was upper 70s, a nice breeze, and not a lot of people were there.

BUT on the way to go to the beach, Paige and I were leaving the apartment and Winston calls after us saying "I have a parcel for you!" So I turn around and he told me to come in the elevator to the basement with him - Paige did not join. He gets my package (yay a new pair of Spanx!), gets back in the elevator, hands it to me, then just stares at me. I was like, "So how are you?" And he was like "Good. And you look....good. Really good." (During that "..." he looked me up and down) I laughed and was like "Ha! Well thanks." And he laughed, and we were both doing this awkward chuckle thing. SO UNCOMFORTABLE. Paige was waiting by the door and I told her what happened and she was like "What will Winston do when you move? Kill you?"

I hope my NYC adventure does not end with me locked in a basement.

BACK TO THE BEACH

Charlye and Me

The few people at the beach were pretty rowdy, but incredibly entertaining. There was a birthday so they were throwing streamers and feeding the birds fried chicken. That last part was pretty terrifying, because the birds were swarming, and I thought we were about to find ourselves in a Hitchcock movie. 

Paige, Charlye, and I waiting for the train back - the subway is above ground - like a monorail - I want to go to Disney - what? Who said that?

On our way to the beach on the train we saw an IHop so we decided that we needed to go on the way back. 

The yummiest red velvet pancakes with a cream cheese frosting glaze and whipped cream. 

The title of the post is a quote from one of the women throwing the birthday party.