Memorial Day Weekend Reprise - Sunday
Did not expect to, but headed down the shore to Aunt Paula and Uncle Tony’s new beach house. It’s a cute little house on a lagoon, with a pool the size of a bathtub. But I’d rather go in that than in the lagoon. Everyone in the Fioravante family was there and got to see the rallycar, except my cousin Jeffery. We had a nice lunch, and everyone passed out for a nap afterwards - on the deck, in the house, etc.
I wanted to just show Kris around, so we headed over to Seaside. We easily found a completely free parking space. It was a few blocks away from the boardwalk, but worth the walk instead of paying $20 to park in a lot. We met up with my cousins Jerilyn, her boyfriend Travis, and Anthony, and and his friend Patrick and walked around. We split up, and I took Kris down on the actual beach. We walked around, “under the boardwalk,” dipped our feet in the alarmingly refreshing Atlantic Ocean,” and made a dinner of pizza, lemonade, and funnel cake. Yummy. 
We took Route 35 home, a more scenic route than the Garden State Parkway, which we’d taken down the shore about 3 or 4 times already. It mostly runs along the coast, and Kris got to see the more “ritzy” towns north of Sleaze-side. Eventually we got back on the GSP and zipped home.
