(Any weekend that starts out at John’s Pizzeria is bound to be a good one.)
The #1 thing I was excited about this weekend was seeing Hangover 2, and the degree of horribleness of that movie was nothing short of heartbreaking. It is exactly the same as the first movie. Exactly. To the point where all of the characters need to keep remarking upon how weird it is that everything is exactly the same, but never actually halt the action to deal with the fact that they are 100% re-living an experience that was utterly implausible in the first place.
Still sorta funny, though. And I will watch Bradley Cooper do anything (big kiss to Todd Phillips for the slow-mo shots).
Post-movie, we decided to walk up 5th Ave, towards Serendipity. I knew there’d be a wait…but an hour and a half for a banana split was a bit much, so we continued on our way uptown to Big Daddy’s…
…where Kendrick was attacked by wayward birthday balloons.
On Saturday night, we discovered Angry Birds about a year after the rest of the global population. This is a MAJOR PROBLEM, because we cannot stop playing it. We sat in bed trading off until very, very late on Saturday, and then continued our path of destruction on the train to Coney Island the next morning.
Seriously, I can’t stop. Somebody help me stop.
I wore this sort of ridiculous thing to Coney Island because I’m trying to prevent myself from developing something called “the mask of pregnancy,” which is a temporary facial discoloration brought on by fluctuating hormones (and made worse by the sun). I also wore it because I love hats.
As it turns out, Kendrick possesses a bizarre amount of knowledge about Coney Island history, and so he did a bit of regaling. Present-day Coney Island, it seems, is built on the site of a theme park called “Dreamland,” which contained structures like an Elephant Hotel and burned to the ground in 1911 (before it ever opened) when a fire started in an exhibit called “Hell Gate.” The park as it had been originally conceived of – amusement for the upper classes – was never rebuilt, and Coney Island ended up going in a decidedly more freak-shows-and-carny-rides direction that ushered in a popular fascination with “lowbrow” attractions.
In other Coney Island news:
I won a prize. (Balloon toss.)
Do not like.
Like very much (Mozzarepas & fried oreos).
Sunday night we had a picnic up on the rooftop with Stephen and Dave featuring Dave’s guacamole, my guava sangria, and Luke’s Lobster takeout.
Perfect weekend; perfect ending.
