Practicing for my chance at gluttony greatness
After the craziness was over, we walked around for a bit because none of us had visited Coney Island in a while. It seems to be more rundown than I remembered, but it still had it's familiar rickety old rides that the suicidals get on, plenty of arcades, and 5000 people on the beach.
It's nice to know there's a place for these types of activities
I had originally wanted to check out The New York City Waterfalls which were installed June 26 as well, but we were all so pooped that I decided to leave that for another day. I did catch a glimpse of the waterfall beneath the Brooklyn Bridge on our train ride across the Manhattan Bridge that morning and on our way home was surprised with a great view of the fall on Pier 35 in the Lower East Side while crossing the bridge again. Maybe I'll get a closer look some time before they take them down on October 13.
I was sooo tired by the time I got home that I didn't even want to think about heading back out that night. I was also starting to feel out of it/mopey so I decided to lie down for a bit and sleep it off even though I usually wake up feeling worse when I nap. But after an hour of shut-eye I felt a bit better and so hungry. I heated up some yummy left overs while I watched HGTV and later on the Phillies v Mets game. My ex said he'd be going to that game so I thought it'd be fun to root against his beloved team while he and I texted each other throughout the game. Instead I ended up pumping my fist in the air each time the Phillies scored a run (you have to feel sorry for those fans, that team botches up so many games!). The two teams tied in the 6th, but in the end the Phillies broke it at the bottom of the 9th to bring the score up to 3-2.
Meanwhile, I was still on the fence about going out with the girls to Providence Club. I even flipped a coin to see if I should opt for the quiet night at home instead. Then when I realized I was a tiny bit disappointed that the coin agreed to that, I decided to get cutesied up and go shake my stress away. And boy did I...
I met up with the girls and headed to the club around 10:30 PM. When we got there I remembered that I had been there before with my cousin way back when. The music was really good (it wasn't all reggaeton, thank God) and my friends' guy friends came along later on so we had great dance partners all night. Of course there were those strangers who'd pop up every now and then to steal a dance or two, but I mostly danced with the guys we knew. One guy in a faux hawk even said, "I love you" after I told him I was Dominican. Yeah, sure buddy.
And can I please tell you about that super strong apple martini I had minutes after walking in there? I haven't been drinking much lately (because I haven't been going out much lately), but geez, I remember the days when one drink would not do me in like that. My other friend agreed it was strong and we were both feeling tipsy afterwards. Granted, I downed that drink a bit quickly with the intention of getting buzzed without having to pay another 12 bucks so I wasn't upset at all (at least not til this morning anyway when I thought my head was going to pop). I even got the drunken hiccups and the giggles somewhere in there. As well as dead batteries and 5000 pictures on my camera. Do I remember them all? No. Do I care? No. Did I have a great time last night? Yes!
So now do you see why I feel like it should be August by now? I still have two more days til I go back to work and I'm loving it. And there are more outings to come before then!
Before and after the tipsiness kicked in (but before my hair looked like a hot mess)