5. First stop: GIANT-ASS BUBBLES!!!!
OK, we can go to the gift shop now.
…a red panda that showed its face every few years…
14. You know damn well that there’s a Ridgewood outside of New Jersey. And that it’s way/sort of cooler.
Full disclosure: I grew up and also now reside in Ridgewood. Every conversation I’ve ever had about where I live, as far back as I can recall, goes something like this.
Stranger: “Oh, Ridgewood, New Jersey!”
Me: “No, Ridgewood, Queens.”
Stranger: “Oh. Never heard of it.”
Me: “Do you know where Middle Village or Glendale are?”
Stranger: “Um, yea…I think?”
Me: “It borders those two neighborhoods. It’s next to Bushwick too.”
Stranger: “Oh, OK, Bushwick!”
16. You experienced your first night out “clubbing” at age 15 at the European bars in Astoria because they never ID’d anyone. (Or they were the only bars that accepted the out-of-state ID you bought in the village for $40.)
“Karen from Ocean City, Maryland, you say…? Well come on in, totally legal 21-year-old patron!”
17. And if you couldn’t get into a bar, you’d just hang out at a pool hall instead — taking turns sneaking sips from a beer the one person who barely passed for 18 was somehow able to snag.
Austin Street and Bell Boulevard were swarming with kids who had the same idea.
21. You know you’re capable of ANYTHING in this lifetime after successfully crossing Queens Boulevard (aka the Boulevard of Death) on multiple occasions.
Leave off the last “s” for “scary.” Over the last two decades, roughly 10 people have died each year crossing or walking beside Queens Blvd. :( BE CAREFUL, FELLOW QUEENSFOLK.
23. You chuckled and made corny jokes EVERY time you passed by Goldfingers and Wiggles.
And when you were finally of age and someone decided it would be “funny” to check out Wiggles after bar-hopping, $100 later, your experience could be summed up by one of these reviews.
24. When your friends got their licenses, all you did was pile into the car to cruise the ‘Lew (or Bell Blvd. or Woodhaven Blvd.) for hours — beeping at/exchanging glances with other teenagers on the road.
You finally settled at a cafe or the movies and then your one friend with the car drove everyone home.
25. Going to “the city” was a big deal — and you’d round up at least 10 of your friends to do so. Must-stops: St. Mark’s, Rockefeller Center, Times Square (just for TRL, though).
27. The college application process was way less daunting than the high school application process.
1) Consider your zoned high school out of the question, because someone got shot and/or arrested there last week.
2) Read through a book that’s twice your body weight.
3) Pick the 10 schools you want to go to.
4) Take approximately 346 tests.
5) Have a magic unicorn race with other incoming freshman to see who makes it to your No. 1 pick first.
6) You’re in!
7) Just kidding. You’re wait-listed.
Until this happened.
At least we still have Nas.
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