Guys. Unofficially, summer is here. It may not seem like it at this exact second I’m writing this because it looks disgusting out and I did get splashed with tons of what I imagine to be sewage water from an excessively large puddle on Canal Street while commuting home, but Memorial Day has come and gone.
I sadly somehow haven’t seen my old roommate Nicole since we moved out of our old place in Hell’s Kitchen. I would have invited her to do her 28 Things suggestion with me, but I knew she wasn’t interested. She is not into having water from the Hudson River hit her in the face, but didn’t seem to mind suggesting it to me.
One of the most essential “to-dos” in NYC is to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. Whenever someone asks me what they should do with friends or family from out-of-town, I always suggest this as an activity. One of the first times Aubrey came to visit me (before she was a New Yorker herself), we walked across the bridge on a beautiful day in March.
On Sunday, while sitting outside having brunch, my friend kept saying that he wanted to ride bikes. It was so beautiful outside. I kept just giggling about the image of us on bicycles after a 14-year hiatus. I was kind of taking his suggestion as a joke, but he kept insisting on it and I realized he was actually serious.
Yesterday, a few friends and I decided to go see the Bodies Exhibition at South Street Seaport and ended up exploring Brooklyn as well.
10 miles behind me 