Once a summer, I head to the beach with my girlfriends. While we may be getting a little older for the bar scene on the island, we still get excited for the chance to leave everything in the city behind us for a weekend by the ocean. Here are some highlights.
You realize you have an hour to throw your things together before your trek to the Fire Island Ferry, so you pack the essentials for a beach weekend.
You stay in an overcrowded, rustic beach house with your girlfriends. You are steps from the beach and for that weekend, you are lucky enough.
You decide to put Phil Collins on your playlist thanks to the beachy decor.
You drop your bags and head straight to the beach. On a Friday, there was room to play and time to relax.
You have dinner outside, with a view of the bay, a glass of prosecco and a caprese salad to start.
And a bucket to finish, with the help of some friends.
You stop for a group photo and realize how many girls can fit in a photo let alone a beach house without any drama.
You realize two glasses of prosecco give way for a sunset photo opportunity.
And you take advantage of that.
You feel like a kid again jumping around.
You embrace the great outdoors and the outdoor shower. Oh, hey there Natalie.
You walk down to the beach when the light is perfect and the crowd has retreated back home.
You make use of your deck whether it's to read 50 Shades of Gray out loud with your friends or to take in the sunset.
You have some fun with your friends at the bar, even if it means throwing a bunch of stirrers in their cup.
You only live once? Once a summer? Once a week? Once a day?
Stay bitten ;)