I believe this was the summer of 05. My sister had a horse themed birthday party the year before and Casey and I found these hats stowed away in my attic. She insisted that we bring them to the shore that weekend. We got ready in them and took some silly pictures, but I was shocked when Casey proceeded to walk out the door in hers. I kept mine on, figuring she’d tell me she was kidding once we reached Landis Ave and that I could take it off; however she wasn’t. We wore those hats all night on the promenade and to all our traditional stops. Casey was always willing to do something silly like that and they always made for the best nights.