(this is also one of two such posts glorifying my borough of residence that you'll find this weekend, for with monday comes the best event in NYC)
I went to Coney Island last night with a friend for the fireworks. Walking around you'd be hard-pressed not to crack a smile at the surreal joyfulness of it all - the games, the rides, the music, the food. It was a perfect night, weather-wise, for laying on the beach and watching the fireworks. And there, amidst the brightly-colored commotion in the sky and on the ground at Astroland, as we rose from the sand in the shadow of the monolithic parachute jump tower sitting silent nearby, some siren Brooklynite began to really belt out the Fugees' "Killing me Softly," at a Karaoke booth on the boardwalk. And I fell in love with Brooklyn all over again.
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