AB in LI

Amy flew into Long Island on Thursday night.

We stayed up late...every night. And by late, I mean the sun-is-rising late.

We drank with the guitarist from Deep Purple. Well, not THE guitarist. Actually, he didn't join the group until 1997. And he was kind of pathetic. But we'll take a celebrity sighting when we can get one.

We ate Italian ice every afternoon and pizza too many times to count.

We took glamour shots with Abbey and spent way too much time getting ready for the bar.

We ate the best falafel ever.

We wore our sunglasses at night.

We got sunburned.

We drove to the Jersey shore.

We didn't have enough time together.