i spy - vol. 7: buddies - part 2.

forgot acupla additional incidents at coney.

stevenson. i stupidly played one of those carnival games where you have to sink one solitary basket - which stands about five feet from the ground - from no more than two yards away. i say stupidly because invariably, the rims have absolutely no give, and are just barely bigger than the ball. but the dimensions of the shot are so much smaller than youre used to (ie, seem easier), and the price so tempting ('one shot for two dollars, three for five!'), that it's impossible to resist.

needless to say, i threw up three bricks.


but then the guy running the booth (pictured behind my elbow) offered ari one shot for free. also needless to say, without a moment's hesitation, she banked that shot in. cold-blooded. she won me a stuffed bear, which i clutched like the antidote to hair loss.


eisenhower. then we all went on the bumper cars. they were pretty fun, but the best part was before we even started. it was only the four of us in line, and the dude running the bumpies took our five-in-one ride ticket and hole-punched it several times. ari immediately told him: 'i think you punched it too many times.'

he just shot her this cold look, and without saying a word, held the ticket up in front of her face. only four punches, to be sure. that cracked me the hell up! i wish i had gotten a pic of the dude, but after that, he frightened me (for the same reason i loved him so!).

me

jay & palm

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