Brooklyn, we go hard.

So today, we decided to do all things Brooklyn. First stop was Coney Island and it was magical as it was iconic. It was also freezing. Literally. It was windy and 66 and we were on the beach and just wow. But still, that place is so great. We got some food, including some of the most delicious fries I've ever had in my life, and headed for the rides to take a bunch of fab photos because was not a single one of either of us getting on a ride in that weather. Coney Island gets my vote. Definitely going back. Preferably during the summer. Preferably for a date. ;)

View from the train

This is probably my favorite shot of the whole day

Sliding ride thingy

Cheap...

;)

Some girl on a photo shoot or something freezing her skinny little self to death

Photo of me taking a photo of her

New digs

After that, we went into Williamsburg and went to a bunch of record stores and such. See below or photo evidence.

Captured Tracks from the outside

Rough Trade from the inside 

View of Gotham from the edge of Williamsburg

So after we visit two of the best record stores, probably in this country, we trekked over to Starbucks because both of our phones needed charging. We're sitting in Starbucks, charging our phones, blah blah, talking about how Beyoncé's hair is definitely a weave when suddenly this black man who's sitting next to us chimes in. At first it was just one of those, "yeah whatever chit chat" type deals. Except the dude didn't let up. He kept talking to us. Asked our names, where I went to school, if we drank, where was I from, how I looked like Vanessa from The Cosby Show (???). Honestly, if one more person asks me if I'm Caribbean, I'm going to scream or something. That crap is so incredibly annoying and I'll tell you why.
#1. What's the importance of that knowledge to anyone who isn't my husband, future husband, physician or other medical health professional?
#2. Why do you care?
#3. RELEVANCE?!?
I'm not even sure why it agitates me so much but it does and I don't like it in the least. Anyway, the guy got so full of himself, confident in us "nice LA girls" that he actually offered to give Krista his phone number because you know we might need a tour guide. I was mere moments from telling that guy to back off. At that moment we decided it was time to leave. SUCH a creeper. Next time that happens, the agitator is going to get the coldest shoulder I've ever given anyone in my entire life. Don't talk to me. I don't know you. You're not even cute and you're old enough to be my father. So I don't want to. Stop scamming on young, pretty girls because you miss your youth boo. Those days are long gone. The feminist in me is raging over this. A guy wants to try and chat us up just because we're young and pretty and friendly enough to say more than two words to him. That is not an invitation to be friends. That's not an invitation to be anything. Let alone you offering to be our tour guide. WHO ARE YOU YO?? NO ONE EVEN KNOWS YOU! I do not appreciate that in the least. A friend of mine, after hearing the short version of this tale, said that it's because we're attractive, etc. That is NOT even funny. That honestly just reminds me of the reason rapists think it's okay. Just because the girl "asked for it", because of what she was wearing or some such ridiculous, sexist nonsense I won't repeat here. I'll stop ranting now. But in conclusion, I do not like or appreciate strange men trying to befriend me. Especially not the way this guy went about it. If you want to be friends, you better come correct. And learn to take negative signs and no for an answer.

Until next time lovelies,
xx

PS. Today was the first time I tried an egg cream. It was chocolate flavored. It was like drinking a chocolate flavored soda. It was weird. I don't think I'd do it again. There is indeed a first time for everything.