On Sunday, my buddy Sasha and I were hungover from my house party the night before. The last guests had left when the sun was way up, and he'd crashed on my couch. So in the early afternoon, after tidying up a bit, we drove down to Honest John's and ate. He kept saying we should get some beer and go to Hipster Beach on Belle Isle, and I finally agreed.
A half-hour later, we were walking the path to the lighthouse and came around the bend. There was a new beach, pretty crowded, on the side opposite Hipster Beach. We decided to skip it and go to the beach we knew. As we walked down the path, a couple passed us by carrying towels.