Clareified

I had quite the weekend. Nothing crazy — you can tell that right off the bat because I didn’t include that word in my title, despite the fact that it rhymes. And I like rhyming. Rhyming is fun. I spent Monday at my mom’s cleaning out the poor person’s version of the attic — that closet at the back of the hallway — I found a book of poems that I wrote when I was little. They were all roses are red, violets are blue poems. Man, I could knock the heck out of a roses are red, violets are blue poem when I was younger. Now, I just don’t think I could commit to the premise enough. I mean, violets aren’t really blue, now are they? But who the heck wants to struggle to come up with rhyming words for purple? Spent Friday and Saturday and Sunday getting my ass kicked in Halo by my friend who is getting married.
We chose this activity because it has nothing to do with weddings. Or fittings or the general going crazy that I am convinced is triggered by the whole getting married. Seriously. I may go back to school just to get a PhD so that I can write a paper about the “Hi, I’m engaged and I’m now batshit crazy” phenomenon.
We went out to Coney Island because one of us bet the other one of us that Coney Island was shut down and being developed into condos. And one of us said that if that were true she would eat her fingers. And since I wasn’t particularly hungry, I was glad to see the Cyclone up and running and the Pirate boat flipping around and around. I love Coney Island so much. When I was fourteen (somewhere back in the 1970s, KJ) I had a job at the New York aquarium. (I was a shark expert and fed the dolphins…not to the sharks…jeez, what kind of a person do you think I am? Oh. Right. Well, nevermind. Anyway, every day after work I would go to Coney Island because it was right next door, and I would ride the cyclone (or the waterlog, on very hot days.) I could only ride one ride because my job was really volunteer work to fulfill my high school graduation requirements, but I would close my eyes and yell and throw my hands in the air with the same careless abandon that I did when I was there all day as a kid (that would be back in the 1800s, KJ). It’s funny, Coney Island was pretty far from where I lived, so I couldn’t go out there just on a whim, so when my friends started to get cars at 16 and 17 and they’d say “oh, where do you want to go?” I would always say Coney Island! Only Karol ever indulged this, though. And even she quit after the third time. But of course, now that I have my own car and could go whenever I want, I never do.
Hmmm…well, anyway, the weekend was a blast, we had all you can eat crabs by the water and cold beer and invented a TV Series — a really good one, waaayy better than Heroes or Lost — mostly because we plan to market it as “Heroes meets Lost.” Hope your weekend’s were good too.
I am going to Coney Island now.

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