I didn’t get to meet Adam Savage, as our timing was all off. The Mermaid Parade was fun, but as the day was beautiful and many many people feared this would be the last parade due to all the upcoming changes to Coney Island, there were a ZILLION people there, and we did not get there early to hold a spot. We started our day in Carroll Gardens, having a lovely brunch in honor of R. Ooghe’s upcoming birthday, not realizing the madness that was awaiting us. After getting off the subway, we had to fight against the crowd just to move to locations that weren’t completely swamped with people. We also had to fight against our cell phones, most of which weren’t working very well, making separation and relocation a bit trying. Eventually we found a spot on the boardwalk at the beginning of the parade, where we caught the last 45 minutes or so.
Here’s a shot of me and PSB, before we waded into the sea of people.
After the parade, there was some wandering and some confusion, and then a little skee ball, but finally we were gathered enough to walk down the boardwalk to Brighton Beach where we ended up at a Russian beer garden/restaurant, where our service was odd but the food was delicious. Twin A ordered short ribs that were quite succulent, and I took advantage of the authentic sushi bar (don’t ask me why it was in a Russian beer garden/restaurant, but it was really really good).
We then headed back to Coney Island, where we had tickets to the Mermaid Ball, but when we got there it was really crowded, really loud, and the beer/water was really pricey, so we bailed almost immediately. We wandered around on the beach a little bit, and then stopped at Nathan’s for a snack (I was unsuccessful in my quest for clam strips - I worked at Nathan’s years ago upstate [as did Twin B], and let me tell you, the service at Coney Island is ATROCIOUS. I was on line for 20 minutes, and the only reason it moved is because people in front of me got tired of waiting and left, as I did. I got onion rings from the place next door instead. Mmmmmm, fried.), and then headed back to Manhattan for a somewhat exclusive Burning Man party that we got invited to through a bunch of our friends. We got to go to a similar party about a year and a half ago, where I got drunk and started singing “Marian the Librarian” to Maid Marian, who fortunately never heard me. Maid Marian was there again, but I didn’t get drunk enough to start singing to her. I was really really close to getting groped by her, as some girl at the party was being very cute and flirty with me in my costume, and she tried to get Marian to grope me, but Marian was too preoccupied with getting ice for the party. Oh well. At some point I met Ze Frank, internet superstar, who was pretty cool. Eventually PSB and I headed home and promptly passed out.
Perhaps A or B will give a quick write up of the Third Ward Party, which we never made it to.
We’re off to the island in four days!!! Hooray!!!