My Perfect Brooklyn Day (5.2.10)

12:00pm- Brian and I walked over to Boerum Hill (a neighborhood very close to ours) to meet my old band mates (Krit & Jamie) for brunch at Bacchus, a darling French bistro spot. We sat on the patio and tried to be thankful for the unseasonably warm weather.

2pm- Afterwards we ambled over to Krit’s apartment a few blocks away where her husband, Mark, just happened to have a few bottles of Prosecco chilled and waiting for us on the roof. We sat and talked while their kiddos Rocket and Vega raced tricycles back and forth. (Note: their roof has very high railings)

4pm- Mark was headed into the city for band practice and offered to drop Brian and I at the Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Bridge. So we piled into his 1985 conversion van (named Paco, of course) and were on our way.

5pm- Brian and I set off across the Brooklyn Bridge looking more like tourists than the tourists. I saw bikers zipping across the bridge and made wild statements like “I could ride my bike to work.” Right. (ADD: This crosses off #3 on our "NYC To Do List")

6pm- We hopped on the subway back to Park Slope and, with a plan forming in my mind, I made a quick call to my friend Joel before stopping at the grocery store.

7pm- With homemade Hawaiian quesadillas, ice cream sandwiches, and a picnic blanket in tow, we (and “we” includes Casey) headed over to the park to have a picnic dinner with Joel, his wife Kathryn and their absurdly precious son, Jackson. We spent the remaining daylight hours eating homemade Cuban sandwiches and watching Jackson dominate his invisible opponents at the game of soccer.

9pm- What else could mark the end of a prototypical Brooklyn day besides firing up our dusty old window unit for the first time of the year. Finally, two hours later the dog stopped panting and Brian and I were cool enough to fall asleep.