So the recent tragedy of my life is that Astroland at Coney Island may be turned into condos. They can't tear down the best part, the Cyclone, which is the oldest wooden rollercoaster in the country. The entire thing shakes when the cars go over the tracks, its terrifying to watch. But it is really great to ride, perhaps my favorite roller coaster ever. I figure if they can keep it running for 100+ years it can't be that unsafe.
Today is Astroland's expiration date (though the city may swoop in to save it) so just in case James and I went. We rode the most hilariously antiquated "haunted house" ride in the world. Really, I laughed the whole way through. I think people were more scared by silly crap a long time ago.
Maybe the good people of Astroland think there is nothing more American than turning amusing amusement parks into condos and shopping malls. That seems to be the new millenial American spirit.
The sock enjoyed the ride to and from Coney Island (approximately 30 minutes each way = a lot of knitting)
Then for labor day dinner we decided to eat the food of the people.
What could be more American than sloppy joes? OK perhaps the tofu and organic ingredients detract a bit. But many people think communists aren't very American either and, lets face it, labor day is essentially a communist holiday. Do communists like tofu?
We paired it with the junk food of the people--potato chips and the drink of the people...beer.
OK its german beer. But the bottle cap had an american flag on it which made a nice hat for the sloppy joe. It really improved the All-American spirit of the meal. Why is there an American flag on a german beer? Cuz English is kinda like German?
Gris-gris joined in the All-American fun. She likes All-American tofu sloppy joes.
And she is very American. Did you see her red tail, her white feathers? Salt of the earth really, since salt is one of her favorite food groups, followed only by carbs. She can also sing Dueling Banjos and her parents were immigrants.
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Tsk tsk, True Americans are not immigrants and neither were their parent. You should know this what with all of the patriotic emails I've forwarded you!
Sadly, I've discovered I am a communist, since I was made to work on Labor Day. I didn't want to be a commie bastard, but my boss forced me to it. Maybe I could turn him in to the government. Where is Senator McCarthy when you need him?
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