Jonah, Meg, Jason and I ventured to Coney Island to spend the 4th of July cozy-ing up to the various elements that make up Coney Island including the acclaimed Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Eating Competition!
and 3) spotting this spectator:
After a hot dog eating competition of our own, we headed to the beach where if you haven't been there before,
these two phrases may aptly describe for you the experience: 1) Swimming in a Subway and 2) Dance floor in the Ocean.
I love that at most any beach, Asians-my relatives included! :-) represent with umbrellas at the beach:
Bad Back Burn:
Unable to shed the urbannite in him, Jonah wore pants, socks and sneakers to the beach so had to do this:
Had it not been for that decision though, we would have missed out on this look!
That's my proud boy!
I love the movie Annie Hall so could barely contain my excitement to ride the famous 76 year old wooden roller coaster which Woody Allen's character Alvy Singer grew up underneath...he blames the experience for his neurosis.
While in line for CYCLONE, (never forget that name, folks, if you don't want intense neck pain for three days and counting) I spotted a tattoo that invoked a strong sense of permanence I haven't felt in a while.
I mean, you're not representing any other borough EVER...it's Brooklyn For Life:
The four of us post CYCLONE-note that everyone's necks really are killing them. I just felt a moral responsiblity to act out my pain for future generations:
We headed to a safer place, the Arcade, where we were grateful for this guide:
Working in the Arts, I must say that this part interactive, part ready-made art is highly underrated:
Nearing the end of the day, I spotted on the boardwalk a hipster in Marc Jacobs looking like an apparition beckoning me back to Gotham City.
Indeed it was time. At the end of the day, even the big winners are pooped: