  This weekend my friend Mary was visiting from Germany. Mary was always the type of girl who could talk her way out of trouble. For instance one time in college she spilled her beer all over some drunk chick. She then managed to convince the girl that even though she poured beer on the girl purposely that they should be friends because they have the same name. Or the time when we were at a bar and they would not give us shots so she took the bottle from behind the bar. She was then caught giving shots to girls in the bathroom by the owners daughter, who happened to be powdering her nose at the same time. Mary then had to make a quick escape and upon leaving the bathroom was able to convince the bouncer that the owners daughter was a bitch and it was her fault that Mary stole the bottle. Free as a bird she left the bar. This weekend we found ourselves in Atlantic City. As we walk along the board walk Mary decides she loves the ocean and would like to climb up the construction crane that is located on the beach.
It all happened very fast. And after a while we could not see her anymore. She seemed to vanish into the coast. Finally we can hear her calling us to come to the top of the crane and look at the ocean! Yikes. Her yelling seems to attract the construction crew. Who come outside to remove the drunk girl from their machine. This is the point where I think the cops are coming because I have forgotten about all of our misadventures before.
By the time I make my way over to her (it took me longer because stilettos and sand are a bad combo) Mary has convinced one of the workers that he should give her a tour of the beach when he gets off and gives him my cell number and off she goes out in the clear!!! Lucky her! My only question is when will the beach guy stop calling my phone! 
