this weekend, a group of us braved the brutal heat (understatement of the year), convened at pier 11 off wall street in manhattan, hopped on a ferry ($40 roundtrip), and headed on a picturesque 30 minute boat ride to jersey.

yes. jersey.

but fret not. it wasn’t the snookie/situation branch of jersey that we hit up. or the part that consists of factories, smog, and the stench of farts. (though i must point out the fantastically jersey plane ads we saw fly by, which included one titled “got abs?” and another with the kourtney kardashian–endorsed quicktrim.)

we went to an amazing place called sandy hook for a beach getaway. the beach—we opted for north beach—was amazing, albeit with scalding hot sand that melted the flesh from the bottoms of our feet. and can we talk about the manhattan/brooklyn skyline view from the water? so great. (okay, so yes, you could see staten island too, but really, who cares?)

most of the others clung to the shade to escape the brutal sun, but i continuously lathered on sunscreen and basked in it the whole time. (as a result, i have a lovely tan. yay! but a bit of a tan line from the boat ride in, on which i forgot to lotion up. boo!)

it’s well worth the trip, but be forewarned: while it’s a day of complete relaxation, you will be absolutely drained by the end of the day.

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