My first visit to the beach at Smiths Point a few years ago was a style revelation. Little did I imagine that it was possible for people to wear as much gold jewelry as Mr. T just to go lay in the sand or get sucked out by the fierce undertow. Tacky doesn't begin to describe it. With merely swimtrunks and a watch, I felt practically nude.
Do they bus these people in from Philly or P.R. or what?