First Coney Island trip of the season, at the ungodly hour of 9:00 am no less. I watched the Brooklyn Half-Marathoners pound their way down the boardwalk, and all I could think was, “Really want a hot dog.”
The boyfriend is in town for the week. Huzzah! After he landed in Long Beach on Saturday, we drove to Playa Del Rey and had lunch with his mother. Chinese food always tastes better with a side of disapproval. Anyway, after lunch we went for a walk on the beach and held hands while we stared at the boats. Hooray for happiness!