Ryan spun the records…lots of jazz and blues.
And I took the pictures of it all.
Our first bar of the second night, Seacrets.
The secret was to go somewhere else, so we went to Pickles.
He’s actually not that tall, I bent down a little to be funny.
What is going on over there…..
Some psycho chic is harassing Ryan while he’s trying to get a drink.
This chic was C-R-A-Z-Y talking about how she had gunmen in the bar waiting to kill Ryan….
So we thought it best to leave.
For those of you not familiar with Ocean City….yes, this is the name of the bar.