And you should; it’s pretty fun. Despite the newness of the stadium, the experience is quite Brooklyn-y. People making fun of Staten Islanders, anyway. Highlights include a between innings “hot dog race”, where three guys in giant hot dogs suits ran down the third base line while i scrambled to get my camera out; an actual bench-clearing brawl in the 8th inning, where current Cyclones batting coach and former Met great Howard Johnson got a couple of swings in; and this weird incident: i was buying beer and the lady asked me for ID. There was a sign on the back wall saying if you look like you are under 30, you will be carded. “Sweet, i must be aging well” i thought. So the old black woman takes my ID and looks at it, then a young black girl, also behind the counter, looks at it, laughs and whispers something in the older woman’s ear. They both laugh, and the older woman says, loudly, "Oh, he’s of age alright!" I have no idea what they could’ve been talking about.

A lesser known Coney attraction

Anyway, throw in a few rides, some raw clams, some napping in the sun, a $6 souvenir t-shirt and some post-Coney pizza at Grimaldi’s underneath the Brooklyn Bridge and you have a perfect summer day. Nonetheless, the highlight of that day happened as we were arriving back in Brooklyn around midnight. We’re getting off the L train at Bedford Ave. when some punk/raver kid right in front of us pulls his pants, incl. underpants, down around his ankles and moons the train. As he does this, a friend of his quickly snaps a Polaroid. Then they run off the train, giggling hysterically. We exited the train right after them, and i turned to Jason and said “Well, you don’t see that every day, even here.” And he said “see what?” Ah, well ...

Lucky you ... I recently stumbled across the disk which had all my pictures from GIRL HARBOR's rock n' roll adventure to Pittsburgh on it. I won't depress you with too many details, other than Rachel's parents are nice and they had a swimming pool and a hot tub. And, of course, there's these photos ...

Our heroes, with thier 99 cent thrift store hats and microwave burritos,
blissfully unaware of the horrors that await them in Pittsburgh.

I drank cheap wine all weekend, i think because i was in one of my weird "no beer" phases.
Anyway, i like to think this flaming goblet helped me look distinguished
amongst the Pabst-swilling locals.

This painting was hanging in the lobby of a nearby library.
I think it's an amazing piece and i would pay any amount of money for it.

GIRL HARBOR, rockin' a poorly ventilated basement near you.

You'll have to ask Rachel about this one.

I’m not sure who to ask about this one.

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