This past weekend my very best friend, Sarah, and her wonderful boyfriend, Tim, drove out from Philadelphia for a few days (I do strongly encourage you to visit their websites as they are both incredibly talented individuals). After indulging in good music, drinks, and food, we ventured over to Coney Island for a Sunday Funday.
While Coney Island is most typically a destination for the mid summer heat, I couldn’t have been happier with going as Fall creeps to a close. The streets were void of tourists and instead we had wandered into a sleepy town full of Russian speaking folks donning the occasional fur coat. When we reached the boardwalk, I became increasingly aware at how quiet it was, a feeling that I had forgotten since moving to the city that never sleeps. The beach that had once been filled with the overly tanned in bathing suits was replaced with plenty of seagulls on the lookout for a fallen hot dog crumb.
We spent the afternoon wandering in surf shops ready to close for the winter, making an obligatory stop at Nathans for some chili cheese fries, and taking in the brisk weather.