Crank Air

So I went to see the Breeders with my sister at the Pool.

Here are some pictures that someone else took ( sorry to whoever you are , but you'll just get over it) that pretty much sums up the event.

First, yes, she was THAT happy. And so were we. Some folks were even doing the old indie concert standard, the pogostick , at one point.

Second, that was the small DEWAR'S VIP section that we had passes for. We could only stand it long enough to scope out the annoying crowd, saw the PR agent's baby from afar, got a beer , & then promptly vacated the premises for more space on the floor.

Last, here was a cross section of the annoyingly happy & sometimes VERY attractive crowd. Lots of skin for the even more annoying slip & slide attractions & water gun fights. Not ever going to happen here. NOPE. Uh-uh. I'll still try to prance around in my bikini on the beach, no problems, but NEVER in the concrete jungle.

The last thing I want to do is re-live those childhood memories in my non-childhood body. For example, also spotted when leaving the pool was the ever present AA-attired dodge ball teams who were playing while they looked to be pretty tanked. Again, NOPE.

As my sister's friend loosely described it, Bedford/ B-Burg is like the perfect little Fisher-Price My First HipsterWorld Starter Kit.

I'll stick to the old italian side of Williamsburg and think of owning a house with my sister, and the little old ladies who genflect every year at Our Lady of St. Carmel Festival.

That street fair knocked the socks off those idiot dodgeball kids.

Thanks Carlene.
xoxo
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