Monday, June 23, 2014

Sloppy Saturdays turn into Sorry Sundays.

Hoo boy, do they ever.

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 boobs mermaid.

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?

XOXO

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