MGMT pool party in the rain
It started off like any other free summer concert in the city. I showed up two hours before the gates opened, got scorched in line, people cut and I swore under my breath that blood would be shed before I cut in line myself, and had to piss so bad but tried to “wait it out” for fear that for some miraculous reason the line would start to move any faster than 0.000013 MPH (phew that has to be considered a run-on sentence, but shit it gets the point of my anxiety across). Luckily, my anxiety was shed once I pulled a Forrest Gump and hauled ass to a dingy park bathroom and back in time to see that the line had still only moved 1/25th of a millimeter. Then the rain set in, but I was in a swimsuit and didn’t care. Besides, it was MGMT and like any other devoted fan Hurricane Katrina couldn’t even make me want to leave this line. Finally, me and my fellow interns Ashley and Chris weaseled our way in. And, well, I present to you my photo essay of the days events:
First, Chris and I were dead set on the slip and slide. I mean, I haven’t seen a pool all summer, how could I not be?
Then we observed hippy dancing. Like any other true hippy dancing these girls didn’t care they didn’t have shoes on and probably contracted foot fungus.
This one contracted Herpes. P.S.: How messed up do you have to be to sit down in a puddle at McCarren Park Pool in Brooklyn? This is my anti-drug.
Then MGMT came on and life was good:
Yes, those are panties.
Just another day in the life of being a BlackBook Intern. Here Chris and I smile pretty for the camera.
— KATIE PARKER
