The other day I went on THE WONDER WHEEL.
It is MY BIRTHDAY and I get to do whatever I want. I tell Philadelphia, “We are going to the beach!”
“Ok.” he says.
I go wake up son. “We are going to the beach!” I say.
Son is not as excited as I am. Son is in his loft bed still snoring away.
“It’s 10 o’clock!” I say.
“I don’t want to go.” he says.
“What??!” I say. “No beach?”
He mumbles out some teenage mish-mash and rolls over.
I step through the cave and into the daughter section.
I climb up the loft ladder and wake daughter up. I say, “We are going to the beach!”
Daughter says, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“What are you talking about? Isn’t that what I just did?” I say.
I climb back down the loft ladder.
“Can we pick up Friend from School?” she asks.
Ugh. Friend from School lives in totally the other direction from the beach I want to go to. Friend from school lives near Coney Island. In fact, daughter was originally planning on going to Coney Island with FFS.
I do not wish to go to Coney Island.
- There are no waves.
- Too much Brooklyn.
“I don’t think we can drive all the way over there. Just decide if you want to go with her or with us.”
And I walk out.
I go into the kitchen to begin packing up the BEACH BAG: Towel. Blanket. Crackers. Cheese. Orange. Hummus. Carrots. Water. Boogie Board. Cliff Bar.
I go to get the EZ Pass but then Philadelphia reminds me he has one already.
“This is soooo great! Driving to the beach! Woo!” I say.
He smiles.
It only takes about 45 minutes to get to the beach driving. But if you have no car you have to walk to the subway then grab the beach bus and it takes over an hour. Not to mention hauling all that stuff down the street and in and out of public transportation.
Soon we are ready. I yell to the daughter cave, “Well?”
The cave yells back, “Coney.”
“Ok!” I say. “See you later then!”
We walk down to the car and drag the whole BEACH BAG situation with us. Philly drives and I navigate. I am a good navigator. I never wait until the last minute to tell him when to turn like son does when he is the navigator and I am the driver.
We drive. While we are driving the clouds are coming in and out. In and out. I am not sure what shape the beach will be in due to hurricane Sandy. I know the Rockaways were badly beaten up. But I have not been here since last summer.
We drive up to the ticket booth guy. The whole parking lot is empty. “$10 please.” he says. Because that is how much it costs to go to the beach for a day.
We drive sideways across the parking lot because there are no cars there. We park right next to the walkway.
“Wow.” I say. “This place is kind of a mess.”
Philly has never been here before. But the place is sadly unkempt. Plus there are sand piles everywhere.
“I want a hamburger.” I say.
But when we round the corner the food place is closed!
“Oh no!” I say. “No beach fries!”
I am sadly disappointed.
The upside is the whole beach is empty. This works out since Philly and I have not had a proper honeymoon.
“It’s like our own private beach!” I say. And I grab his hand. The one with the wedding ring on it.
It is windy so we have to set up the blanket and quickly throw things on the corners so it does not blow away. We do this and then immediately lie down to get out of the wind.
“I hope it gets sunnier.” I say.
“Me too.” he says.
Now the beach eating begins. Fist the hummus. Then the cheese. Then the orange. I save the Cliff Bar for later.
I lie down on the blanket. It IS getting sunnier! But even if it weren’t, I would still be here on my BIRTHDAY with Philly!
“I am going down to the water.” I say.
“Ok.” he says. And I see him whip out the camera. I know what is coming. Because that Philly likes to take pictures. Yes he does.
I go down and test the water. The tide is way low and the water is not as cold as one might expect at this time of year. I decide to go in.
One, two, three and I am in. I quickly duck under a few waves and jump back out again. Maybe the water was a little cold after all.
I lie back down on the blanket. The salty air dries me just as the sun starts to come out for reals. I think: The beach is my place. The horizon where the sand meets the sea, the churning waves, all the spaciousness. I know I can give her everything and it will not be too much.
I take a moment to be grateful for summer.
We stay there awhile, Philly and I. We eat and talk. Pictures are taken. I ask, “Do you want to go now?”
“Ok.” he says. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, we have the car. We could drive over to Coney Island where daughter is. Maybe we can even go on some rides.”
Philly looks a little nauseated.
“We don’t have to go on fast rides.” I say. “We could just go on the WONDER WHEEL.”
He doesn’t look much better. “I am not big on heights.” he says. “But let’s ride over there, and we’ll see.”
We Google map from where we are. In 15 minutes we are there. THE PARKING GODDESS has shone upon us and we get a METERED spot!
“Wow! A metered spot!” I say.
Philly walks over to feed the big P for PARKING.
“Remember to thank the Parking Goddess!” I yell.
He nods.
And so we start our Coney Island tour. Coney Island, although partially demolished and genriftically rebuilt, is STILL very Brooklyn.
I decide I should have a NATHAN’S hot dog. Did you know they give a discount when it is your birthday? I myself, did not.
I eat the hot dog. This turns out to be a digestive mistake.
We continue the Coney Island tour. Little kids, big kids, barkers, this and that language. Philly has decided to go on the rides! We walk down to the ticket booth to get tickets for the WONDER WHEEL.
“$7 please. Each.”
I know, right?
We get in the WONDER WHEEL line. Wonder Wheel Guy asks, “Stable or swinging?”
“Stable.” Philly says.
“Ha!” I say.
We get on the white stable car. Slowly, slowly we are lifted into the sky. We can see Brooklyn and Manhattan. We can see the ocean for miles and miles. All around are people on rides and the boardwalk. Smaller and smaller they become.
Just then the swinging car behind us comes swinging at us like 300 miles an hour and scares the crap out of us,
“HOLY CRAP!” I say.
“Glad we are not on that one.” he says.
I hold his hand.
We look out at the horizon. I feel like I am a million miles over the moon on my birthday, this day of DOUBLE BEACHING.
“Are you ok?” I ask.
“Yes.” Philly says.
“Me too.” I say.
ME TOO.