coney island.

last night after work, i met tanya (and her friends jon & mona) downtown for $3 margaritas. we decided rather impromptu & drunkenly that we would go out to coney island. we were temporarily side tracked when tanya successfully fooled 2 men into believing she was egyptian and i got the urge to get pierced. i needed to do 2 things on coney island - eat a nathan's hot dog & drink on the beach. i accomplished both.

we drank for about 2 hours, sat on the lifeguard's chair, and talked about sex and movies. i unfortunately did not have my digital camera, but i did buy a 27 photo disposable. perhaps these old style pictures will be charming, at the very least.

jon poignantly pointed out that the subway ride to and from coney island (about an hour from west 4th) was quite possibly the sobering ride of his life - his and mine both.

"if paris is french, coney island, between june and september is the world." – george tilyou