Castaways at North Ave. Beach

Hmm...I didn't know it's still Spring Break 98? The last time I got around to hanging out at Castaways was when I turned 4. Not really my kind of place to hang out, but it was fun. We had blue skies, blue lemonades, blue water.





Not my finest moment but I hit on a married man. Didn't know he was married though, so I'm not a home wrecker. He played drums, looked like Jack Johnson...whatcha gonna do? This is what I wrote on a torn receipt and gave him.

Mike,
Kristine
I don't smoke.
3122865***
Call me if you're over 21, not married, and don't smoke,
Bitch.

Leah or Lachlan took a picture of us with him laughing at my note as I decipered what my drunk hand/ tired arm from tennis wrote. I will post that freakin picture very soon.