Coney Island in Springtime

Who in the world goes to Coney Island before the summer season hits? Well… me. I do. And apparently I go alone, so there’s that fun factoid to paint an even more vivid picture of how cool I am. What sent me to Coney Island, you ask? Well, it was half to do with the fact that I never leave my house anymore (except to get coffee) and half to do with the fact that I actually had energy for the first time in weeks. Those are the reasons that anyone goes to Coney Island, right?

So, not only was I alone and an hour and a half away from my house, but it was windy, a little rainy, and it was Mothers’ Day. Clearly it was also Amateur Hour when I decided to leave my house. There were so many cute children with ice cream and so many cute moms, but there were mostly young twentysomething couples with infants. Also… there were lots of cute dads, but we really don’t need to get into that.

As previously stated, it was amateur hour when I left my house, so I wasn’t exactly expecting the rain I that started while I was traversing Brooklyn in the train. At every open-air stop, I was praying for an awning-lined walk to the Coney Island Boardwalk, because I had definitely left my umbrella at home.

Luckily for me, that’s exactly what happened. As our train pulled into the station, the rain broke and the blue slipped back into the sky. Naturally, that meant I pulled my camera (for the first time in weeks!) and got to work clandestinely photographing families and police officers and hugely-conspicuous trash cans.

I walked all over the boardwalk and down to the end of the pier. I even had fries from Nathan’s. (I was probably supposed to get a hot dog, but hot dogs scare me, so I didn’t do that.) I didn’t ride any of the rides – somehow, that felt a little too weird, even for me.

What do you think? Have you ever been to Coney Island? Did I miss anything?

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