Here's photographic proof - best beach trip ever!
Sam looking pensive on the pier. There was a King Mackerel fishing contest going on, and he *really* wanted someone to catch one. Alas, it was not to be.
Sam and me. Sweetest kid ever.
Sam and Clark doing crazy beach yoga.
Tracy about to get squeezed to death by the sea serpent Clark and Sam made.
Sam and me - with me pretending like I fish. I don't. But someone had to hold the rod so Clark could take the picture. Also notice sexy bike shorts tan - pasty thighs are always a good look on the beach.
The actual fishermen.
The 3 Musketeers. I met Leslie the first day of college (1990!!!) and now we all live a block apart. Of course I should also point out that I met Tracy the week before law school (1994 - random roommate lottery), and we also now live a block apart. It's a loyal little group we've got here in Five Points.
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