It seems my husband has been living it up without me these past few weeks in Brooklyn. Eating out, dining, partaking in wine. Putzing around etc. etc. These incriminating photos were sent to me this morning by his partner in crime, Brocco, taken during their excursion to Coney Island this past weekend.
Am I tall enough to ride the bumber cars?
On the very surreal boardwalk in the oh-so-chic Coney Island. There is nothing like a grey ominious overcast sky to set the mood. Everyone should visit Coney Island in their lifetime. You will probably spend no more than an hour walking around, but it is worht it. I am jealous to have missed going back. 
So Brooklyn--a shot of S.D. on the infamous Cyclone--with a tough Brooklyn dewd behind him.
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