I regret none but the last.
Also the Delaware overlooking the Ben Franklin Bridge, and some Morgans Pier action. And the end of the debate of sprinkles vs. jimmies. Jimmies forever, motherfucker.
And next is my stupid head above the waves at Island Beach State Park. Which. Is THE BEST PLACE. We caught many a sandcrab that day, I tells ya.
If you haven't been there, it's a state park on the coast of NJ near Tom's River that is paid admission, so it cuts down on stragglers, and where more often than not you have to hike through wooded sand dunes to access the actual, pristine, lonely beach. It's a marvel.
No fucking joke.
And what Summer would be complete without watching live, as adults, dudes in funny hats play Double Dare on it's 25th anniversary with the real Marc Summers in a German style bier garten.