At the beach...New York Style

I went to the beach yesterday. It was my one day summer vacation. My friend, Tala, and I took the LIRR to Long Beach and it was pretty much exactly how I pictured it would be. It was full, and I mean full, of loud-mouthed New Yorkers who mostly just sat on the beach and smoked. We had a good time though. The sun was shining, the waves were huge, and the water temperature was just right. I never knew the experience of going to the beach could be so New York though. We had to pay admission to get onto the beach, then whenever we wanted to swim we had to go into the designated swimming areas between two flags. I realize it was for safety, especially with the giant waves, but it was at times hard to move with all the people those people cramped in one little area, with this huge ocean in front of us.
I paid dearly today f0r my day of freedom. On the way back from the beach, my legs were starting to hurt. I realized that the sunscreen must have come off of the back of my legs while we were sitting on the train. I reapplied many times to my usual burn spots (face, back, shoulders) but forgot about the back of my legs. I look seriously like a lobster there, and can barely sit down. Oh well, at least I had fun...