It was Awesome.
It was Awesome for a lot of reasons. But the best reason it was Awesome is because I found out The Husband is more than a little bit structured and OCD on vacations. It was a very swoony moment for me, trust me.
Every time he pulled out his list and said things like "We will go here, and then take this subway to here, and then we will eat somewhere here, and then we will be here by 2:37 p.m." I just fell a little more in love with him.
We had a gigantic list of things to do and see. And because he is such a vacation storm trooper, we saw and did everything, even while spending two whole days at the US OPEN. (I love you forever Andy)
One day, we were so far ahead of schedule, that we did something UNPLANNED. It was crazy. We hopped the subway and went south forever to Coney Island.
It was so pretty. Just like in the movies.
We rode some rides, checked out the Funnel Cakes (am I the only one who has never heard of a Funnel Cake?), went to the aquariam, and walked down the boardwalk.
And then The Husband won me a prize. A carnival prize.
It was the very first time a boy had won me a Carnival Prize. It was a little magic. Not a lot magic, because clearly they don't put a lot of thought into their prizes. But it was definitely a little magic.