Antidote!

Who knew that the way to escape from hormones was a totally spontaneous trip to Coney Island?! I was lying in bed, crying, because Lance suggested that I just let myself cry even though nothing was wrong because apparently my body needed the release. But after a minute or two of that I decided that, at 8:30 pm, we should grab our stuff and head out the door immediately for what could potentially be our last spur-of-the-moment, out the door in a flash adventure for a decade or two. It was so nice and cheered me up so much.

Coney Island was a disaster zone. It had been hot all day, so people and trash were EVERYWHERE. But we waded through the debris and made it down to the water where it was SO NICE to just hug with our feet in the cool water. I really wanted to go swimming, but it was dark, lightning was off in the distance, and come on- it's Coney Island and it's sketchy enough swimming in that water when you can see. So, instead I got a little deeper while Lance watched me splash and jump in calf-deep water. For at least 30 minutes if not 60. It was EXACTLY what I needed.

Then we went up to the amusement parks just as it started to sprinkle. A whole bunch of people cheered and danced in the rain with their hands in the air. I could only enjoy it vicariously while desperately searching for a bathroom. Ah pregnancy...

We ate some ridiculously expensive funnel cake and then decided that we didn't need to spend 12 dollars to go on the ferris wheel. Lance also didn't know if he wanted to be that high in the air in a metal structure in a lightening storm. Details...

We went back to the car, which happily had not been towed or ticketed even though the parking space was slightly questionable. We drove home by way of staten island due to some confusing constuction detours, but hey, the view from the verrazano bridge is worth every penny of the TEN FREAKIN DOLLARS it cost to get off of it and do a u-turn. Oh well.

We avoided more construction traffic by being cool new yorkers who could take local roads and then found a parking space right in front of the house. The evening was complete as I fell asleep while Lance watched an episode of The Office, his latest obsession, while rubbing my feet. So nice.

All in all, a much better evening that I had anticipated while moping in bed.

xoxo