saturday (in a new york minute)

i often feel if you’re going to explore a new place, it’s always best to have a local lead the way. third time in brooklyn, first time for any substantial (non-bar) portion of time. we walked across the bridge (big mistake - construction, crowds, chaos), met will (one of PKS’ best friends/groomsmen) at his dumbo place. took in the view. kept walking, this time w/ someone (will) who knows the area. he grew up in cobble hill, went to school in brooklyn heights. local’s special. immediately, it was love. the townhouses, the quiet streets, the green. “it sort of reminds me of chicago” and “yeah, it totally does” between the two boys. (me: oh, that’s why i feel at home) because the weather was perfect (sunny and warm, never hot) we walked. and walked. and walked. a few hours over drinks and cheese and meat (and people watching) outside at the jakewalk. ice cream from blue marble. perusing paper at papel. we’ve been escaping the city every weekend since 1) we’re lucky enough to have a place to escape to and 2) it’s summer in new york (crowds and heat) - but this weekend: new sights, new (quieter) sounds, new places to possibly land. best weekend yet?