There's too much going on right here

I know I haven't posted in a while, but I am back
and better than ever. Although I still have not fixed
that aforementioned tooth, the pain it incites when
I eat sweets has kept me away from them and therefore
made me a bit thinner...I think.
With that said let me share with you the exciting news;
I am ACTUALLY (for real this time) moving to
Brooklyn. Now, before you get excited thinking
I am going to be rocking out flannel, drinking Pabst
and debating whether Bukowski was a misogynist or not
know that I am moving to one of the more uncool
parts of the BK. I will be living with you hear little
more than Russian and live across the street from
a Dunkin' Donuts that doesn't have SAUSAGE, egg
and cheese sandwiches because its kosher...dammit.
Yet, despite my lack of proper pork products I
am really excited to finally be making this move.
Its going to be awesome, not to mention I have an
awesome new couch. Awesome.

I must also tell you of my recent adventure!
In an effort to jump start my Brooklynite status
I, in one day no less, did three things that every
Brooklyner must do:

1-I ate a hot dog at Nathan's.
2-I ate a funnel cake on the Coney Island Boardwalk.
3-I rode The Cyclone.

Firstly, that hot dog was damn good. It was also overpriced,
but I suppose what I was really paying for was the unseemly amount
of onions and kraut on it. My pup was so overloaded that the bun
disintegrated, leaving me with quite the mess to maneuver into my mouth.
I was, however, successful. Deliciously successful, which brings us
to my next culinary adventure, the funnel cake.
Now, I don't know how many of you know this,
but I ADORE funnel cake. It is one of the things handed
down to the Egyptians by the gods or something.
Its divine, its delicious, it makes me chubby and I don't care!
It was a tasty funnel cake, though I wish it had had a bit more
powdered sugar. Ah me!
But wait, the best is yet to come. At the VeeBee's insistence
we went a-ridin' on the historic Cyclone!!! This rollercoaster is one
of the oldest, if not THE oldest wooden coasters in the country.
It is also the stuff of familial legend. When I was a child my mother
would never go on rollercoasters with me. Despite my whining she
would always cite the time she and a boyfriend went on The Cyclone.
It was the only coaster she ever rode. It scared her so much it ruined
them for her forever. Now, truly, I was always a little pissed at The Cyclone.
It was the reason I always had to ride with smelly strangers or, gulp, by myself.
I felt this coaster owed me an apology. I mean, how bad ass could a coaster
with no loops or twists be??? Let me tell you, despite my incredulity, that
is one bad ass coaster. I suggest you all run, right now, to Coney Island and ride it.
Despite the fact that it is obnoxiously priced at $8.00 the first ride and $5.00
each additional ride it is still worth it. The VeeBee and I walked off feeling
as if we had had the wind knocked out of us. I also walked away feeling like
I had settled a score with the past. I could forgive The Cyclone for ruining
amusement parks and fairs for me, cause it was a damn good ride.

So there you have it, my adventurous life. Woot.
Stay tuned for the story about how I quit Mohonk.
I still have one more day and then "Poof!" I am gone.
Can't wait, should have a good ending...I hope.

xoxo
~M