Yesterday, Boo and I hopped on the Q train to Coney Island for the opening game of the Brooklyn Cyclones. We had Nathan's hot dogs, drank Brooklyn Lagers, and stomped our feet and chanted like we were regular baseball fans. I'm sure we fooled everyone. It was such a fun summer night--topped off by an amazing fireworks show at the end.
Summer is a nice reminder that when you put in a little effort, you can squeeze in a little adventure into your day.
ps my hand still smells like saurkraut!