The last time I went to Coney Island was c. June 2004 after the Stuyvesant HS Prom. (Please note I wasn’t smart enough to actually go to Stuyvesant, but I’m pleasant enough to be invited as a date) After the after-party at 4 or 5 in the morning, someone got the bright idea of grabbing the extra liquor and hopping on a train to Coney Island to continue drinking. My vague memories include us making friends with a random middle aged dude on the train and chugging Bacardi from the bottle on the way to the beach and being held hostage in the lifeguard chair because my friend didn’t want me to go with the bad kids and smoke. The night ended with me passing out with my friend on the F train home and waking up just in time to see a guy staring at me from the other end of the train while jerking off and then um…finishing on the subway car window. What a thrilling climax to the night…
Based on a game of rock, paper, scissor, I ended up revisiting the beach/boardwalk yesterday which worked out to be an absolutely perfect day – the sun was shining, the waves were mild, the water was warm, and the company was great. The Cyclone on the other hand (unfortunately no pictures, although I might have video…) was the scariest roller coaster I’ve ever been on in my life. I’m usually all about the “look ma no hands” but I spent most of the ride gripping onto the safety belt for dear life. All in all a great trip, that fortunately did not end with any suprise unwanted hot dogs in my face.
And of course some instagram-ness
If it's there, I'll do it 
