December 14th, 2021 @ 1:27 am

i just watched that “street gang: how we got to sesame street” movie and cried my eyeballs out.  partly for nostalgia, but all the people who died</3  it’s heartbreaking.

on a serious note – what a revolutionary show.  for kids, for adults, for learning, for laughs and so much sticks with you.  it’s crazy that even today, i can reference stuff from sesame street into my daily life, too.

i love that i’m 40 and i still absolutely melt whenever i see grover.  he’s so stinking cute and STILL hilarious bc it’s all written by adults.  the talent was amazing, what a time they started it, what an amazing cast and staff, etc.

anyways, while i was watching this movie, one of my idiotic thoughts was about a time i referenced sesame street IRL as an adult.

picture it: maspeth, queens…  winter, some time between the years 2000-2002, nighttime.  raver tiff and i decide to go roll on e at dave and beaker’s house one night.  only dave was home at the time, and once that guy started spinning records, he was in his own little world.

tiff and i were in the backyard, sitting on the front steps of the guest house type structure they lived in talking, laughing, rolling.  we were sitting near beaker’s bedroom window and we were tripping so hard we thought these specific looking sticks near his window were chicken feet?  we convinced ourselves he was sacrificing chickens.  for what?  who knows?  it was ridiculous.

at some point late into the night, dave broke away from this dj set and we all decided to go get stuff from the store.  i couldn’t tell you what any of us needed since we were rolling, but i was excited to go get a blow pop.  i was wearing big ol caffeine pants and a fucking cropped tank top IN THE MIDDLE OF LIKE, FEBRUARY.  i must have looked like such a crackhead…  but ask me if i felt the cold and i will assuredly tell you no today, as surely as i felt that night.  when i’m rolling, i run hot.

anyways, back to the sesame street part of this story…  we’re walking down 68th and eventually hit borden ave.  i stop both of them with arms wide open as we’re crossing the street and i’m like “LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE YOU CROSS THE STREET!” (my brain was referencing this @ :36 seconds) and they’re both hysterical laughing and i’m very confused…

borden ave, where we were “crossing the street”:

aka it’s a closed street.  there’s nothing at the top there but the veteran’s memorial area with benches and a walkway.

i was like “DIDN’T YOU PEOPLE WATCH SESAME STREET?!” and still felt better safe than sorry.  sesame street instilled that shit into my brain to always look both ways…  even when tripping my face off.

thank you, sesame street life lesson.

smh.
don’t do drugs, kids.

(lol)

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