Reason #2584 why it's great to have a child: you meet cool people on the subway.
Coney Island is something of an enigma to me. On one hand, I love the kitschy rides (from the ground, mind you), the corn dogs at Nathan's, the boardwalk. The grime I could do without, but this is NYC we're talking about. Grime just adds to the charm. Just because I don't want to touch anything while I'm there doesn't mean the place can't be fun.
The ball park, however, reminds me of small town America. And as a result, there isn't a bad seat in the house. Mid-range tickets are $13/person, and the food (ahh... the sinful, greasy, ballpark food) isn't over the top in price, either. Baby S, decked out in a Milwaukee Brewers onesie (her very first outfit, picked out by Husband when she was still just a wee bun in the oven), thoroughly enjoyed herself, which was something of a surprise. Granted, she couldn't have cared less about the happenings on the field (they were throwing a ball around, that much I'm sure...) but the other spectators more than entertained her. She was right there with the crowd when they were yelling, too. I think my ears are still ringing. Our friends have two little kiddos, and she had a great time playing with them, too.
Though we made a quick exit after the game and missed the fireworks (and I didn't eat nearly the amount of junk food that I was anticipating), we were psyched the rain didn't keep us away from this classic NYC summer activity.
3 comments:
How fun to pass traditions like this on to your baby. Some day, she will appreciate it.
Sounds like a wonderful day! Happy SITS day to you - may you meet many new e-friends today!
Sounds like it was a perfect Saturday night...
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