There was a day last week so shockingly sunny and windy that it left my cheeks slightly burnt and my lips hopelessly chapped. Some truly spectacular girls were in from out of town and to celebrate the meeting of the minds we went to Dead Horse Bay to do some overdue bottle digging.
The girls were (of course) my favorites Alice and Francesca, the bottles were (of course) totally filthy and free for the taking. When the plastic bags were full, we went to Coney Island and gorged on the year's first hot dogs with onions and peppers. I forgot to wash my hands first but I survived. Quite happily, too.