small gods and playgrounds

[fictional]

When was the last time you played?

Me? Well, tonight.

And the white sangria (tastes like pineapple juice. Exactly. Dangerous, that.) had nothing to do with it.

After a delightful meal, my dear Gwendolyn¹ sykii and I were enjoying a post-prandial stroll through Inwood Hill Park, and discovered that the Indian Road Playground stays open till 1 am.

At first, it was just memory lane, you know? What we would have imagined stuff to be (war stations, living chessboards, hallowed hallways through which to make stately evil imperial marches.

But then... there were swings, people. Swings. I love swings. Closest thing to flying I've found ever. And I slid down the corkscrew slide, and sykii can still hang upside down by her knees. We can't really be grown up, can we? If we can still do that?

Seriously, it was kaleidoscopically fun.

I can't wait to go back.


¹ Obligatory Importance of Being Earnest Reference, pay it no mind.


(P.S. Gratuituous Icon Postage. ARE THEY NOT ADORABLE? I think I ship it.)

Comments

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I think I have swing envy.

I would feel weird in daylight hours because I feel like I'd be taking a turn from a kid. Just wait till I spawn, man. I can't wait to go into the ballpits again (you know, where they're all like, no adults except accompanying child.) CANNOT WAIT.

Even tonight there were these dudes walking by the deserted playground all like, er, what are those 30 year old women doing on those swings, and we were just like, "WHATEVER BITCHES. YOU WISH YOU WERE ON THESE SWINGS.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Haaahahah WHEN YOU HAVE A KID,THEY ARE YOUR FREE PASS.

When other "grown ups" look funnily at me on the swings, I just feel badly for them.