the return of the adventure
“I want to see something pretty,” I said as we ambled around Westchester in Lance’s minivan. Faced with the prospects of watching Amelie — a film the New York Times claims “shows French snootiness as its absolute snooty snooty worst” — we became desperate in our hunt for something fun to do. Then Ethan called his father and found a pretty place to placate me: a “park” in a “town” called “Irvington”.
With the destination settled, we regrouped at Ethan’s house, gathering strength and wisdom for the trip. Part of gathering strength involved choosing appropriate attire. By the time we left for Irvington, Ethan was wearing his graduation gown, Matt had on an indian suit, and Eric displayed a Ben and Jerry’s smok. Lance and I made do with reindeer antlers and a laser pointer that shone light in the form of a spiderweb.
We made the trek across Westchester using only our “man sense” of direction and a few frantic phone calls to Ethan’s parents. Our man sense led us astray, and we took this critically acclaimed shot:
Yet just moments later we found ourselves driving by the entrance to a private park. Yes, it was closed. But we had made it! We took some more pictures as we explored the territory and became accustomed to local laws:
The evening ended with a traditional diner run. But we haven’t seen the last of that park.
(Picture credit Lance, Camera credit Ethan)