I LOVE the beach. I love the ocean, the sun, the kisses of salt spray as the wind whips around you. While my previous summers have been spent cruising the east coast from the beaches of Maine to the bays of the mid-Atlantic, this year we tamed ourselves with just one week of beach vacation. Sad, but adult life must go on. We made the most of our allotted week with plenty of family time and fun in the sun and doing everything quintessential to the perfect beach trip. That included getting drunk with red solo cups, plunging into waves, getting henna tattoos, eating boardwalk fries and pizza, playing mini-golf, star gazing, and of course, beach reading.