The beach

So D and I went to the beach yesterday with DG. D actually rode his bike (yup, 32 miles) and DG and I took the train. We were seated near the bathroom (never optimal), but the girl behind us said she would put up a sign saying "Out of Order" if too many people used it and it started to get icky. (Incidentally, the grossest bathroom I ever saw was on New Jersey Transit. Don't use it.)

The beach itself was beautiful. We were lying near a toddler who kept speaking her own language. I wished I could understand it, but it was cute anyway. We ate on the main commercial strip near the beach and I had a mango martini with my dinner, which consisted of roasted beet salad and a side of mashed sweet potatoes. I love both beets and sweet potatoes, though I didn't mix them together - don't worry.

D took his bike on the train on the way back, and we saw someone from my year in college with his girlfriend. We chatted with them for a while. She's a nurse but doesn't wear the classic uniform, to his chagrin ;)

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This suzy said…
In my experience, train bathrooms (whether short or long distance trains) are never very appealing.
5:45 PM
Bearette said…
I couldn't agree more...but the NJ transit one was particularly awful. As in, unuseable :( I saw a man limping through the train to the bathroom, using a walker, and I felt bad for him, knowing what he was about to see.
5:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Bus bathrooms, either. I always nearly dehydrate myself in an attempt to avoid the bathroom.
11:34 AM
Bearette said…
Good idea...I will have to lay off water before trips.
12:57 PM
Elsa said…
Sounds fun! And that mango martini sounds delic :)
5:24 PM
Bearette said…
It really was. Definitely one of the best drinks I've ever had.
5:46 PM
Caro said…
I hate public restrooms, unless it's the men's. :D

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