Memorial Day Weekend 2012
On Friday night, some time after midnight, my one black friend on the beach texted me. “You need to be out here taking pics dude.” He was working as a bouncer at a bar on the beach. It was late, I was tired, so I told him I’d come out the next night.
Saturday night, I met up with him and he relayed to me how every Memorial Day Weekend, the bar calls him up and asks him to work. We laughed. The scene was good, just as my friend had described.
From Friday night, through the weekend: