Tuesday 15th – Half and Half

Tuesday was always going to be a long day. Being told that you have to be in work at 7am is tough hearing, especially if you are used to strolling in at half 10. However, there are perks to this, such as the free breakfast that Norman (he’s Mexican, though the name’s not a giveaway) cooked me, and the fact that when I left at 3pm, I had worked an 8 hour day and still had all afternoon left to enjoy.
Cam, Del, Maria and I got a lift into Oyster Bay off Leah. We would have just got the train like on any other day, but Del locked herself out of her room for the fifth time this week and we had to wait whilst she went to pick up the spare key from the front desk. By 4pm, the sun is still warm enough to give perfect beach-going weather, without being strong enough to burn. This was ideal as I forgot to pack any beach stuff whatsoever, bringing Budweiser in a bag of ice, but leaving behind my towel, sun-cream, hat, book and water. We sunbathed, swam, frisbee’d and played games until the sun started getting low, when we set off in search for somewhere to eat.
The thing that I like best about America so far is the fact that there’s so much going on all the time that you can walk into the situations and events that you would never have even thought of looking for. On Monday, Del walked into the Batman premiere (well, found herself next to the red carpet as all of the celebrities piled out of their limos) without having any idea of where she even was.

The same situation was true on Tuesday, as we turned a corner to find ourselves in the middle of a car show. We were walking through a tiny little sea-side village, surrounded by hundreds of cars, ranging from pre-war classic cars to modern day Aston Martins, and covering everything in between.

After we’d drooled over these expensive cars, we stopped off for a meal in an Italian restaurant, where we tried to smuggle drinks in for the under 21s in the group. It’s so weird not being able to order a beer with a meal at 20, considering you can do that when you’re 16 in England.
We spent the rest of the evening chilling on the beach in the dark, working our way through some bottles of Coors Light (or piss as I like to refer to it as) before heading home.