I'm in New York, it's summertime, and I felt this overwhelming obligation to visit coney island.
Nate and I went on a tuesday, so we may not have gotten the full summer weekend flavor, but we still got all the flavor we need.
It would be mean to say it was trashy, but it kind of was. Trashy in a flavorful, bygone era type of way.
There was something historical about it, like it hadn't changed in over fifty years.
It was fun, and exactly how you would imagine it.
Games, rides, carnivals, hot dogs, "shoot the freak", and lots of jersey shore looking, dried up beach bums.
The beach itself was...dangerous? Glass everywhere! I picked up around 10 pieces just in the area we were laying. Broken bottles, dangerous. And as humid as hell, but that's just New York. I am infinatly greatful for my air conditioning.
We took the subway an hour out there for just $2.25. The station was pretty awesome. Huge, beachy, old.
We played uno and watched Its Me or the Dog on my ipod.
Not actually Ruby's.
Let me take a moment to discuss "Shoot the Freak"- the definition of class. Now, I love New York, and don't mean any offense, but when I witnessed a meat-head pay 60 dollars cash to get a few paintball shots at an even meatier headed shirtless tattooed man, I realized something is wrong with humanity.
I may be above Shoot the Freak, but I will never be above classic American junk food.
