Jesse, Jason, and I are on that thing. The Cyclone!
Scene: one of us yells HOT DOG! and we all look behind us to see a giant, walking hot dog. Without hesitation, we all run up next to it and say PHOTO! We made him late for the on-field race he was doing, and he got disqualified. Woops.
Erin & Jason. Though it may not look it here, Jason actually had a good time.
We've either a) had some beer, b) celebrating the Brooklyn Cyclones victory, c) practicing our jazz hands for the boardwalk musical auditions or d) all of the above. Who wants to punch those two?