I guess it's finally summer
Work has finally slowed down, which means I'm getting a chance to enjoy the summer instead of bringing work home on the weekends. Huzzah!
Last weekend, I went to see Shakespeare in the Park, my favorite summer tradition. (I've seen every show since 2001!) Michelle was crazy enough to go wait in the park with me for eight hours. We had perfect weather for hanging out in the park and seeing an outdoor play. The show was Romeo and Juliet, and it was definitely one of my favorites. There weren't any really big names in it (Cameron Manheim and that red-headed girl from Six Feet Under), but everyone put on really amazing performances. I don't think anything will ever top 2001's The Seagull, but this came close.
This weekend, I took The Boy to Coney Island. I haven't been for a few years, and it has gotten a little sketchier, even though the subway station is all shiny and brand new. There's a whole row of shops on Ocean Ave. that are closed and boarded up now. There used to be all these really crazy junk shops that were fun to poke around in, but they're all gone now. The Boy was a little grossed out, so we didn't stay long. I did get my favorite pistachio soft serve ice cream, so that made the trip worth it for me.
I'm just not a velvet rope kind of girl
The night before Shakespeare in the Park, I stayed at Michelle's to make the trip to Central Park easier at 5 am. I got there around 10:30, and she was around the corner getting a drink with a friend, so I went to meet up with them. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the velvet rope in front of the bar. I was wearing faded jeans, bright green sneakers and a T-shirt from Forever 21, and I was carrying an overnight bag. Not exactly a VIP outfit.
I told the bouncer that I was there to meet some friends. He looked me up and down and asked if I was there for dinner or just cocktails. I said just cocktails. He decided to let me in but lectured me before he let me past the velvet rope. "Look, I don't know if you were just commuting or didn't know were you were going, but do me a favor and next time try to dress up a little." Right-o, boss man. I'll keep that in mind.
Work has finally slowed down, which means I'm getting a chance to enjoy the summer instead of bringing work home on the weekends. Huzzah!
Last weekend, I went to see Shakespeare in the Park, my favorite summer tradition. (I've seen every show since 2001!) Michelle was crazy enough to go wait in the park with me for eight hours. We had perfect weather for hanging out in the park and seeing an outdoor play. The show was Romeo and Juliet, and it was definitely one of my favorites. There weren't any really big names in it (Cameron Manheim and that red-headed girl from Six Feet Under), but everyone put on really amazing performances. I don't think anything will ever top 2001's The Seagull, but this came close.
This weekend, I took The Boy to Coney Island. I haven't been for a few years, and it has gotten a little sketchier, even though the subway station is all shiny and brand new. There's a whole row of shops on Ocean Ave. that are closed and boarded up now. There used to be all these really crazy junk shops that were fun to poke around in, but they're all gone now. The Boy was a little grossed out, so we didn't stay long. I did get my favorite pistachio soft serve ice cream, so that made the trip worth it for me.
I'm just not a velvet rope kind of girl
The night before Shakespeare in the Park, I stayed at Michelle's to make the trip to Central Park easier at 5 am. I got there around 10:30, and she was around the corner getting a drink with a friend, so I went to meet up with them. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the velvet rope in front of the bar. I was wearing faded jeans, bright green sneakers and a T-shirt from Forever 21, and I was carrying an overnight bag. Not exactly a VIP outfit.
I told the bouncer that I was there to meet some friends. He looked me up and down and asked if I was there for dinner or just cocktails. I said just cocktails. He decided to let me in but lectured me before he let me past the velvet rope. "Look, I don't know if you were just commuting or didn't know were you were going, but do me a favor and next time try to dress up a little." Right-o, boss man. I'll keep that in mind.
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I'm really glad we went to Coney Island, now. I feel like I accomplished something with my life.
-Dave
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