Entries in Coney Island (2)
Last year Aidinah, Dan, and I sat a table in Veselka sipping coffee. "You live a charmed life." She said smiling. We hadn't seen each other in years, not since her East Village apartment. I looked down at my coffee. I had been sulking all morning that I wasn't living there myself, that NYC wasn't the place I had moved here for, and it wasn't the 80's graffiti strewn streets. But when someone brings that to light, it's a whole other story. So I sat there, smiling, nodding, holding my coffee with both hands, like they do in the movies.
I forget that I love NYC sometimes. I forget how I feel when I'm walking down the street and I catch a whiff of a bakery, or back in the 90's a cigar shop. Pipe tobacco wafting through the city streets is still one of my favorite scents. Brings me right back to the BMW Bar, and drinking wine while listening to bands play on Sunday nights. You could smoke in bars then. Travelers of all sorts lit cigarettes and breathed in the music.
The BMW Bar no longer exists, CBGB's lost it's lease, and The Chelsea Hotel lost it's soul in 2007. I was even upset when I saw the plan for what was going to happen to Coney Island. Looking at that strange tight map all I could see was Miami's Deco Avenue and Vegas combined. But even if NYC is changing, walking down the boardwalk with Chelsea Summers made me remember why I love this city. We had just come from the Mermaid Ball wearing gowns and tiaras. We walked off the walkway and into the lot, looking at the Cyclone's neon light. She snapped a picture and I remembered. I like hanging out with people who live in the city, who love the city for all the frustration, chaos, creativity, and wonderment it brings.
Photos by Chelsea. You can check out more on her NYC photo blog here
As it turns out, I write about NYC quite a bit in my own script. I recently wrote a piece for The Red Umbrella Diaries. Oh New York you pesky demon you, always showing up in my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart. And a big thank you to Mike Lala for being my wonderful editor on this piece, who saved all my grammar in a matter of minutes, and the man who gave me the brilliant first line. Mike says I'm not ready to leave New York yet. Maybe he's right.
I found this ring on the street after receiving a special message from a friend. Yes, je t'adore aussi.