September 6 - September 10
2013
I arrived at JFK airport with a giddy git-up in my step. When I turned on my phone I was delighted to learn that I wouldn't have to take a cab to Rachel's house. I think her supervisors name was Isaac, so we'll call him that. Isaac then drove us far and narrow (because with so many cars in one place it's no where near wide) to a yummy little taco-hole-in-the-wall-with-a-car-in-it called Tortilleria Mexicana Los Hermanos. Isaac stole my tacos, but it was okay because his choices were delicious! After lunch, Rachel still needed to finish out her last day of work so they took me to her house where I watch a movie I had never hear of. Heath Ledger was the star, so the title escapes me. When she returned we hit up the metro and made our way to the MoMA. There we later met up with Perry. Pizza was on our minds! Somewhere in the midst of all that I met Josh+Cali, now the proud renters of a Brooklyn apartment (at least I hope they ended up getting it!) previously residing somewhere in California.
Saturday Perry had to work. To celebrate a Perry-Free day...JUST KIDDING...carry on. Today was the day that Rachel wanted me to show me the Farmers Market. Rachel had a run-in with the Coffee Police, which is just her craving for coffee and she has standards people! After we chowed down a muffin from the market we headed to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. It was so lovely I wanted to stay there forever and a day. I just love flowers so it was definitely one of my most enjoyed experiences. For lunch we enjoyed frozen Mojitos and Chips with salsa from La Habana. I was then drunk walking through the flea market a ways away from the restaurant. Oh well! I made it. That evening we had an amazing oriental feast with Josh+Cali, Rachel+Perry, Hutton+HisGirl. I think you get the point...I was the 7th-wheel. No bigz. We may have watch New Girl this evening...or something about being stuck in a mirror. Live in my shoes. << Click there yo.
Sunday morning Perry+Rachel, and myself went to a yummy little place for breakfast called Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop. I stuffed my face and smiled at the older gent behind the counter probably fishing for small talk. After yums we walked around the town passing through a park with dogs! and humongous "yarn"sculptures! They were so lovely, I wanted to kick back and relax on them but they were roped off. Proceeding with our journey we ended up down by the Brooklyn Bridge Park where we people-watched and later it became more extreme when we watched people doing mass yoga. I don't even know what to call that: People+Massyoga-Watching. ***One of these days we went to the Guggenheim, but it escapes me what day***
Monday, after a yummy pancake breakfast for two, Rachel took me on a ferry to see Miss Lady Liberty. I spent a couple minutes taking glamour shots of another fellow tourist, but it was fun nonetheless. Let it be noted that I didn't once get motion sickness, including all of the subway rides. Rachel also took me to Central Park where we did all these cool tricks you see in the photos included with this post. At one point I had to shank a Russian so that we wouldn't have to take his tour of Central Park. I may be over exaggerating. Maybe. That evening we met up with Josh+Cali, and much later post-margaritas, Perry joined us at Pequena! It was another lovely Mexican restaurant where I got drunk and felt myself falling for the waiter. To show him how much I loved him I opened the door for him because he opened the door for me the first time I went pee. It's called breaking the seal. Google it. To cure our drunk-munchies we followed our dinner with ice cream from a block down the road. Yums.
Tuesday we woke up early to arrive on time to the airport where I was to return back to Texas. I had an amazing time and hope to return soon. Heather picked me up with Caleb in tow and we ate up some Schlotzbox before I had to return to my not-as-exciting-as-a-life-I-could-have-in-Brooklyn life.
