You don't really consider New York a beach town until you've been out to Coney. There it is, a spit of land hanging out into the bay in all it's gorgeous, trashy glory. I love it.
Wow. This is probably the most flesh-heavy post I've ever done.
After the parade, everyone gathers at the boardwalk to eat Nathan's hotdogs and to do some quality people-watching.
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