BOARDWALK

 

 things that i did with my parents and brother at the boardwalk:
- insisted on squeezing all four of our grown asses into a photobooth. i will have none of these modern your-face-in-a-sketched-heart-or-an-outlaw-frame nonsense. i like the old school machines that give you black and white strips that still smell like eggs. getting us all in/out of the booth was extremely challenging. i might have laid on the floor of the arcade.
- played some skeeball!
- watched my mom challenge my brother to every game of hot shot we passed. helen is a pro - she pretty much always trumps, though drew does put up a good fight. they literally played five games. helen is an addict. she was scraping through her coin purse to scrounge up those last couple quarters. homegirl needs an intervention.
- got ice cream! my mom accidentally pointed to the chocolate sprinkles when i specifically requested the rainbow sprinkles- a completely unacceptable situation.  i yelled 'no you jerk!' and the poor ice cream man looked up, hurt. i quickly clarified, 'no! not 'you jerk' her jerk.' i am twenty two. and a college graduate. and yet, these situations are still occuring.
- got scared of all the obnoxious preteens on the boardwalk and their neon half shirts.


caitlin love boardwalk.