Last hours as a 26 year-old!

Saturday at work was ridiculous. Shocking I know. First off, the L line was down all weekend so Charlie and I walked to work. How are you going to shut an entire line down?! Anyway. The walking was good for the soul. Put me in prime energy mode. The first band of the night was a Led Zepp cover band, the second a tribute to Black Sabbath. Wowzers!!! Haha. True story, my neck is STILL killing me (three days later) from all of the head banging that I partaked in. Commercial break, how is "partaked" not a real word? Spellcheck is not a fan!! I guess it is because the past tense of partake is really partaken? Je ne sais pas. I like the way partaked sounds.  And we're back! The crowds these bands bring in is quite amazing to say the least. This one guy, Richie, a 40 something year-old biker dude, started to talk to me through the window separating my waitress station and the bar. He's from Philly, first time in the city. How are you from Philly and have never been to NYC before?! But. He so slyly passed me a business card. It had "Sabbra Cadabra" (Sabbath tribute name) on the front and his number on the back. HELLOOOO RICHIE!! After these two amaaaazing bands were two bands that I shall not get into and then a LATE LATE show which consisted of Nirvana and Rolling Stones tribute bands. Ummm...seriously?! Ha. The Nirvana one was funny because the singer had a blond wig sitting on his head. It was not even on. It was legit just sitting there. The crowds, the bands....so classic....


The night was also ridiculous because it was my last shift before my birthday and the last shift ever of our beloved and very distinguished co-worker Rich. Rich tried to slip out without telling anyone but he eventually broke the news to Charlie. Charlie is crying hysterically behind the bar, looking quite nuts (yet lovely of course) and I am running around like a crazy and cutting cake. It was SOMETHING.


We didn't get home from work until way past five, but of course we needed to go to Coney Island first thing after our non-sleep. Even though it was cool and cloudy out. Even though the L was still down which meant we walked a few miles over the bridge to the F line in Manhattan.


CONEY ISLAND DID NOT DISAPPOINT. IT NEVER DOES.


It was pretty cold as soon as we got there. We had to rock sweatshirts. We first hit up the Coney flea market and we bought clothes. WHO GOES TO CONEY ISLAND TO BUY CLOTHES?! And not shirts with "Coney Island" written across either. Legit, this is so fashionable and no one will own it shirts...for five dollars! FIVE DOLLARS! This cannot be beat!


Post-flea, we braved the cold and hit up the beach. I think there was sun and warmth for around twenty minutes and we certainly did milk it. I was so out of it, I kept forgetting that  putting my hands in the sand and then on my face is a bad idea. Lots of sand in my mouth and also eyes. Great exfoliant granted, but who needs their eyes exfoliated?? 


When the beach got too cold, we went to Beer Island. That place is just full of characters. All the guys that work there are totally tweaked out and the ladies, well the ladies are something. The ladies and the guys together, REALLY SOMETHING. Charlie and I of course had one Mike's Hard Lemonade each. To wash down the acid, I ate a funnel cake. It was delicious. My meals that day: egg and cheese with tomato, funnel cake, candy apple, nuts, one Mike's Hard Lemonade, two cokes (cola!), one corona, a meatball and some pasta. Hmmm...Why does my stomach kill?!


We got restless at Beer Island and hit up the rides. I am 100% sure there is no way to accurately describe how crazy and very five years-old we look on the Thunder Bolt. Um yeah. 


Since we are free spirits who love to try new things, we hit up the much talked about Cha Cha Bar. LIVE MUSIC! This video is totally leaning on its side and I have no idea why. You should lie on your side when you watch it.

Of course we made friends with the dudes. And we were the only people there after the dancers peaced out. The singer approached us and asked us what we were drinking. Coca cola we said. Aah, he probably thought we were like 16. He bought us another round ha. The problem with friending the gents is that we were fading fast and they were only playing for us. We did not know how to leave. Finally, we ran over to them between songs and said our goodbyes. The picture is of the singer. I wish the picture was of his ass. He was wearing legit lady yoga pants. His ass was quite plump.


We got second and third winds by going on more rides. Ha. We are literally five except with more energy. 


The train ride home was classic. We friended a four year-old who is nearly as tall as me (no joke) and her mom. And we sang nursery rhymes with them for oh 45 minutes. At one point, these two drunk guys came on and also were singing with us. Row row row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream. True story. Life really does seem like one weird dream to me.


I did not get home til around 11pm. I was tiredly walking around my room and then the candle holder on this little shelf in my room falls off of the shelf and onto my head. This hurts like you would not believe. Ice had to come into play. This has been set up like this for two years now. Never has anything fallen from the shelf. And how is something falling as I am under it and I am rarely just sitting under that shelf? REALLY?! Professor Plum did it in the bedroom with the candle stick!