Randomness on a Friday night
I'm not sure how many of you, since you've hit over drinking age, have run amok in playgrounds meant for children at least a decade and a half younger than you, (amok in a completely sober, legal, clothed kind of way)--but it's actually quite fun and oddly magical.
Especially if it's a Friday night, there's a full moon, and you've successfully convinced your friend (who hates bridges) to cross a footbridge that goes over the Grand Central Parkway. Well, three of my high school friends and I did just that this past Friday and I wanted to jot it down because it was random as hell. None of us know any bars there-at least not one that wouldn't be extremely crowded--and we hadn't seen each other in a while, so we wanted to talk and not shout at each other. Somehow we ended up in the park.
The Jurassic playground is dinosaur-themed. It has two or three of those play-monkey bars-slide combos and swings (baby swings, too) and a sprinkler! Whoo-hoo!
The fact that the four of us twentysomethings ran across the playground, giggling, and running onto the play equipment, then near (but not into) the sprinkler...was both hilarious and kind of awesome. I can't remember the last time I was on a playground (probably with my niece).
Oh, and quote of the night:
"Hey, that looks like the beginning of New Moon."
"I'm the vampire Twilight."
"Oh, yeah? Which one?"
"The vampire Twilight!"