I hit up the Coney Island Mermaid Parade this past Saturday. I've never been to Coney Island and I don't like parades. Unless I'm watching them on TV with a strong drink in hand.
But I was promised that there are lots of boobs to gawk at so I packed up my ear plugs (for the screaming children) and my pepperspray (for the screaming children) and off I went.
The day was beyond gorgeous. Sunny, no humidity and a breeze coming off the water.
When I got there, I realized that I've never actually touched the Atlantic ocean before. I've seen it, of course.. I've stayed in Ft Lauderdale and Miami.. But I never touched it. So that was the first thing I did.
Then I said, OK, that's enough. Where's the bar in this place, anyway?
Taking in some of the Coney Island sights while trying to find a bar that wasn't packed. Apparently, I wasn't the only one there that was just interested in boobs and booze. Fuck the floats.
|If this face doesn't scream "Trust me with your children!" I don't know what does.|
|Reason #1 of why I don't like parades.. People. People everywhere|
My friend and I made our way over to Tom's Coney Island where I made my first mistake.
|Jolly Rancher with vodka gummy bears. Omnomnom slurp.|
|Free vodka bears. Mistake number 2.|
|A few jolly ranchers later and I was feeling no pain. Or my face.|
I can honestly say that I didn't see a single parade float. Frankly, it was kinda hard to from the bar. I did see quite a few interesting people though.
|My favorite |
All in all, I give it two very erect nipples. A fun time was had by all. Especially me. Next year I plan on having my nipples out too. Anyone care to join?