Cyclone Coney Island
Haven’t been here yet this season. Chris refuses to go back after last time, when he didn’t wear croakies and lost his glasses. No croakies? Wish I felt bad…
This post makes me irrationally angry for many reasons.
- I was riding the Cyclone with Chris when he lost his glasses, and it was a VERY FUN ride, but I had to suppress my joy and turn it into nervous compassion because Chris has lost his GLASSES.
- It made me feel really guilty when I wanted to ride more rides and all Chris could talk about was how he had to teach MATH to a bunch of KIDS ie babies and he couldn’t see without his GLASSES (nerd).
- CROAKIES ARE OF THE DEVIL.
- I dont care how you are, or how ironic they are. Hell, I don’t care if you are an everyday reader of this blog, like you aren’t even on Tumblr and you don’t know what an RSS feed is, and you literally type in meaghano.com every morning before work, where you sincerely wear croakies every day. I don’t care if you have to wear them for work because you fly planes upside down and you don’t want to lose your plane-flying glasses, I’ll tell you to your face: you are sexually inadequate, and that’s all there is to it.
- I am basing this off of one date with a man who wore Croakies, I’m assuming in some sort of I’M JUST A HAPPY GUY RIDING MY BIKE HANGING OUT IN MCCARREN PARK WITH MY SORT OF JOKEY KHAKIS ROLLED UP AND MY HAIR ALL NO MUSS NO FUSS EXCEPT I CAN’T GET IT UP AND I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN BECAUSE I AM ASHAMED OF MY SEXUAL INADEQUACY way.
- Also basing this off of the fact that I grew up in places where people wore these in a very real way. In a working at the gas station and being racist and ignorant, but also probably pretty sexually inadequate, too, way.
- Also, the Cyclone was so fun. I hope you can see that now, Chris.
