Rachel proudly stands in front of her dream house (!) near Prospect Park in Fort Hamilton.
Okay, first of all. I’ve read everything on the internet from all the local newspapers and NOBODY wrote anything about the black smoke from yesterday. No pictures. Nothing. What? Did I imagine this?
So the power was back when I got up this morning, but the subways weren’t running and the phones at my work weren’t even ringing, so I immediately got on the web to see what was what. The mayor was on TV saying not to go to work and that was all I needed to hear. I went over to Bobby and Rachel’s apartment. Yesterday, they met up at their friend Ben’s house and then made their way back to Brooklyn. Bobby told me about a sushi place that had an ‘all you can eat’ sign out front. They hung out in the city a lot later than I did and so the Chinatown area was incredibly stinky from all the rotting fish. Upon exiting the bridge, back in Brooklyn, somebody called Rachel a ‘white bitch’ (which she’s definitely not), but otherwise they had it pretty easy. It turns out, all my shouting at their window was in vain because they were at Freddy’s, where all the tables were dragged into the street and a mini-Gowanus opened up and was a big party. This is pretty shocking since there’s a police station just a block away. But I guess that didn’t matter and it seemed like all the cops were driving past my house with their sirens blaring. I tried to tough it out, but found some Ambien and went with that. Brooklyn was back to normal today except that everyone had off and the line at the ATM on Flatbush was a little bad. We headed down to Snookys and ate a ton of food. There was freezing cold AC inside and ice water was constantly refilled and it seemed like heaven since no one really ate dinner last night. And though it was a million degrees, we decided to walk around after that and headed to Prospect Park. It wasn’t that much fun (though I did think I saw a woman walking around naked from about a 100 yards away, though it was just her black thong bikini bottom). So Bobby suggested checking out Greenwood Cemetary. We couldn’t get over our good luck to have a three day weekend and felt a little guilty about it, but Rachel kept reminding us that the mayor wanted us to hang out in Brooklyn, so what could we do?
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The cemetary turned out to be closed, though I’ve decided I should really check it out one Saturday morning. Heading back to 7th Ave, we saw this crazy optical illusion. I know the photo sucks, but it’s trying to show this smokestack that was positioned directly under the Statue and the heat waves coming out of the smokestack made it look like the Statue was vibrating or dematerializing. It was so insane and a tad disconcerting.
By late afternoon, still no subway. It sounds like people stuck down there had it the worst of anybody.
Then I dragged Bobby and Rachel to one of my favortie places in Brooklyn, the McSweeney’s Store.
There was this amazing window display about Marcel Dzama celebrating his new book McSweeney’s just published.
Please bear with me as I bore you with too many pictures of the store. Bobby and Rachel had to pry me out of here. These dinosaurs playing chess inside a wooden cabinet is the coolest thing in world.
After drooling and trying to advocate that Rachel should buy these beautiful (and affordable) 50’s Eames chairs, we headed down Timboo’s, where I’d never been before.
This is the place famous for serving mini six pack bottles in buckets full of ice, which was the most refreshing liquid ever consumed after walking around Fort Hamilton and Park Slope for five hours on one of the hottest days of the year.
There was a sprinkling of old drunk crazy men. At one point dancing broke out amongst them though the only thing playing on the jukebox the time we were there was nothing but heavy metal. An old lady with a crewcut and exceptionally bony arms got up from the bar and walked over to us and told me I had the most beautiful voice she’d ever heard and that I should really be an announcer for TV. We were dumbstruck and I said thanks.
Parakeet’s just don’t get any respect on 9th Street. Finally: the blackout and it’s romantic promise on Craigslist
Oh! And shocking newsflash. Rachel told me today that Between the Bridges is closing forever in a month and a half! The owner has sold it and it will be bulldozed so they can build condos on the site. Aaaaaaah!!!
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