Freshman year we went to Coney Island- it was off season, everything was closed, a Russian man yelled at us, we played groundies on the beach playground, drank champagne out of a flask and got arrested.
This year we got there just in time for the fireworks, ate Brooklyn pizza, funnel cake and ice cream, rode the Cyclone, played truth or dare on the beach, mooned the beach cleaning trucks and thought we were going to get arrested again ("I thought the plan was to not get arrested!"), laughed and hugged and smiled and shook the sand out of our shoes.
Here's to sophomore year!
P.S.- check out my true love Caroline's coney post as well <3
