So I went to Coney Island on Saturday night to spend a fun evening with my baby for our one-year anniversary weekend. It wasn’t a traditional night at all for an anniversary, but that’s because we aren’t traditional people. We are weird; we are in a weird relationship. Everyday is a new adventure, we wake up and so many unexpected things happen and we spontaneously go to random places at night, ie: Pool parties with no water in the pool, last minute road trips to Maine, Pennsylvania, and NJ, we sleep and camp out on the beach, we call people we haven’t spoken to in years and stop by their house, randomly…
ANYWAY, I went off on a tangent there for a minute…
The point of this is that on Saturday night, we planned to ride the Wonder Wheel together because he never went on it and I haven’t been on it for a while. So after spending 3 hours watching the sun set and drinking on the beach, we went on the bumper cars like a million times, played games, won tickets and traded them in for friendship rings, ate super size cheese fries from Nathans, and finally, we bought tickets for the Wonder Wheel.
While we are waiting in line, he starts saying, “I don’t want to do this, I’m scared” (I’m like, “yeah ok”) and then he wants to switch to the stationary cars (we were in the swinging cars line) I said “nope”.
To make a long story short and get to the point of this shit, it’s our turn to get on the ride, I get in the car first and he stops and says he too scared to get on, then walks away. The ride guy shuts the door and I am stuck on the ride alone, LOL.
I wasn’t even mad cause it was such a spiritual experience. I was up there hanging all alone, looking at the spectacular views and thinking about my life, how my mom used to take me and my brothers there when we were young but couldn’t afford to put us on the rides. I thought about how free-ing the ocean breeze felt in my hair. How I have so much to look forward to in my life and how lucky I am to be where I am in the world at that particular moment, happy, healthy and content.
When I got off the ride, He was sooo sorry. I brushed it off and kept the magnificent flashbacks and awakenings to myself. It was the best anniversary ever.
Just one of my many reflections on the small things in my life.
