I was unable to finagle a trip to the beach this weekend. My usual sources did not come through and, without transport of my own, I was stuck on Manhattan.
Then! I realized! Manhattan! It's an island! And near the ocean! Surely there must be beaches around here, somewhere.
Yeah. Geography. Not so much my strong suit.
Ahem.
Tempting as it was to go to Coney and eat baloney on a roll, we took the A train and went to
Rockaway Beach. An NYC public beach in Queens. It was, an experience. Actually, better than it could have been. Think a slightly more down-market Wildwood. Still, for $4 round trip, you can't beat it.
After the beach we popped into a local saloon to watch the pony's run at Belmont. Then we got back on the A train and went to Howard Beach, another stop in Queens where the tracks split and one can go either back into Manhattan or out to JFK. Johnny's "special little friend" in Los Angeles is making a guest appearance in New York this week and he had to pick up Fam-a-lam-a-ding-dong up at baggage claim around 10. Rather than cool his heels alone at the airport we popped into another local saloon.
5 beers and 1 shot of whiskey for $20 even. Plus tip. Talk about culture shock.
It's nice to leave the city from time to time and realize that there are other places out there. It's hard to write about because I can't seem to structure a sentence that doesn't make me sound like an effete ass. Blah blah blah single minded urban professional blah blah blah life in the provinces so refreshing blah blah blah. Like I said, no way to express it without coming off like an ass.
But still, refreshing none the less.
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2 comments:
Ryan, no place reachable by subway train qualifies as the provinces. Have you really become that much of a Manhattanite?
Well this provincial gal doesn't think you sound like an ass at all.
I love hearing about your adventures beyond the wall of Emerald city.
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