Two weeks ago, I returned to Coney Island for a Cyclones Game. It was with the Brooklyn Young Republican Club. Yes, I'm a Republican and no, I'm not that young. But, they have associate memberships.
There was a barbeque first in the picnic area, with really yummy macaroni and potato salads, hot dogs, burgers, drinks and cookies after. The picnic tables also had chips and pretzels on them. The picnic area is parallel to the ocean, so there was a nice breeze, and the tables are shaded overhead. The food was from the food service that works at the stadium. Everything was good.
We also got a free Brooklyn Cyclones beach towel and noise makers upon entering the park. After the game, the Cyclones had fireworks, a good show. Some of us went to Nathans later, then went on the Cyclone (not me, I waited at the exit for the others). Then I went to the penny arcades with Marco, and we played skee-ball and the money game that pushes quarters, I forget what it's called. We wound up going home around midnight. Oh, how can I have forgotten about the most spectacular thing...we saw the headless woman, still alive!

Anyway, here are some pictures from Nathans:




Don't I look silly in the second one? After all, I am in my 50s! I guess Coney Island brings out the kid in us.

 





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