Sunday, April 4, 2010

In December, drinking horchata, I'd look psychotic in a balaclava**

Vampire Weekend weekend.

James has Friday off, and we "borrow" a van
and drive up to Oyster Bay,
blaring Vampire Weekend's 2nd album the whole way.

We walk on the rocky east coast beach,
and I put my right foot in the water.
It's freezing.
It's April.

We walk on shell paths,
which are pretty and crunch in a
satisfying way when you walk on them.

We walk on a dock next to this boat (ship?),
and it's all I can do to not board it and ring the bell on deck.

I fear maritime law recriminations, so I resist.

We enjoy perfect light on a perfect day.

We do not get a ticket,
even though we have parked illegally*,
which feels great.

We eat at a place whose menu promises
that we're about to eat the best hamburger on Long Island,
and eat ice cream--double scoops--at a sweet shop
in this seaside town.

*when I say illegally, I mean only vaguely illegally. It wasn't the handicapped space at the hospital, it was a half full beach lot that was for "beach permits only". I have a real problem with the privatization of east coast beaches, so, we ignored it.

**Vampire Weekend's


  1. Sounds like heaven!

    PS I saw "New Moon" this weekend. I know I know what took me so long? But, seriously, we need to talk.

  2. Privatization of a natural resource like the ocean is what's criminal.

  3. GK, I, seriously, could not agree with you more. As much as I like the East Coast, the idea of private beaches is a philosophical hurdle I CANNOT get over.