Return to New York. Click on the image to view 'em big.
We have already seen so many of our favorite people. Even with all of my apprehensions, it's the beating heart of Brooklyn that could pull me back in. We have had an amazing adventure, from sleeping in an authentic and altar-infested hippie room in Lefferts Gardens to an air mattress in a swank office on Prospect Park. We have been to some great openings, (Bryan Zanisnik at Horton, Lisa Cooley, Skowhegan at the 92nd Street Y/Tribeca) We have seen possibly the most beautiful possible view of the five boroughs from a penthouse rooftop and many hideous railroad apartments in Bushwick (with grammatically-corrected notices in the hallways; acting as gentrifying evidence of hipster infiltration, natch). We have driven all over the great County of Kings, cooked dinner for old friends and new, been to two glorious house parties, done some dancing, and been hosted by some of Brooklyn's most gracious (Dan&Stef, Scott&Ems, Kim, Toddy&Marina, Johanna&Fern). We learned to muddle fresh sage in our vodka cocktails. Just add grapefruit juice.
We have rushed to see apartments that we hated, missed out on apartments we are sure we would have loved, and turned down some that were just of our price range. We have been blessed with some fantastic freelance jobs in a moment when many of our friends are scrambling for projects. We have been invited to dinner.
Thank you, Brooklyn. It's only January.
Yes to the BK, yes to 2011.