Pink Rock Candy-Blog

My weekend was a bit hectic. All weekend my internet was down, and the stupid phone company wouldn’t come out to fix it until today— thanks guys! On Friday, I had to work, but the restaurant wasn’t busy, so I ended up getting off earlier and eating dinner with my family when they came in to visit. Then I worked again on Saturday, and the restaurant was packed, except I had to work the patio in the back all night, meaning I was beyond bored. I think I dried over 200 pieces of cutlery. Finally, yesterday, my family decided have a bit of fun. My mom decided we should go to Playland in New York, and off we went.

I hadn’t gone to an amusement park in 4 years, which thinking back is quite depressing. I love roller coasters and anything that will give me just a bit of an adrenaline rush. Playland, however, for those who haven’t heard of it, is the kind of amusement park you take you little kids to so they can experience their first thrill ride, without any real thrill. I’m not bashing it, really, because I did have fun, but after living a few hours from Cedar Point and the world’s tallest roller coaster, not much can compare.

My siblings and I went on the few thrill rides they had, my sister and my littlest brother freaked out, the older of my two younger brothers channeled his fear/anxiety/thrill into challenging the roller coasters, “Is that all you got? Come on!”, and my commentary went something like, “Oh, god, I think my skirt’s flying up. All those guys down there are getting a free show.”

Our trip to Playland wasn’t quite planned, and I was definitely not dressed appropriately. I had on a little gray and black babydoll dress, pink skirt under it, a black belt to give me a figure, and flip flops. I’m not sure my skirt ever truly flew up, but I don’t really care either way. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like a wardrobe malfunction stop me from getting on any of the rides.

On the other hand, I for one am not the type of person who wears flip flops on a regular basis— I think the last time I wore them was 2 summers ago on the beach. So, as we walked around the park and later on, in downtown White Plains, I complained to no extent about those hell shoes. I can take blisters and awkwardly tall shoes, but having a pieces of plastic rubbing between my toes was wretched. It felt like getting a paper cut over and over between my toes. Never again!

How was your 4th of July weekend? Have any crazy stories? Are any of you going to try to make it to Nigel Barker’s photography exhibit ‘A Sealed Fate’?

p.s. Sorry, I know the pictures are a bit blurry, and you can’t see my full outfit— my parents were taking the pictures!