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Back when I lived in Chicago, one of my favorite things to do was hit the beach every chance I had from May to September. Luckily, I was just a 15 minute walk from Foster Beach, or a 5 minute bike ride, so getting there was cake. When I started dating my now-boyfriend who flew in once a month from New York, I'd drag city-boy to the beach with me and try to show him what a romantic setting it could be. While I was busying rubbing sunblock on his back and pointing out the cute girls in small bikinis for him to oggle with my blessing, he was busy checking the Yankees score on his cell phone and mumbling about what a crappy season they were having. Hey, you can take the boy out of New York....
Anyway, this picture reminded me of my days back on the beach, but there's one thing amiss with the couple's set-up. Thoses glasses of wine they're holding? Where are they going to put them when they're tired of drinking and ready to make-out?? Once they set them on the sand, they'll just get knocked over and spill and I don't know about them, but I, for one, don't like wasting a drop of my booze. In order to save their wine and to savor every second of their make-out time, they need one of these:
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