I spent the weekend reading short stories and eating goat cheese and tomato sandwiches and riding my bike and taking yoga classes and writing about high school and boys with foot fetishes. I didn’t socialize at all.
Although on Saturday night I did talk to my neighbor on the roof a little bit about how to determine if someone is a drug addict or not, and how to identify which drug they are doing.
And on Sunday I asked people on the internet where I should go for ice cream in North Brooklyn and they give me multiple suggestions immediately. That was an extremely satisfying experience. The internet was working for me. I suppose I could have googled it but I wanted their thoughts and feelings. So much passion over ice cream! I agree!
I ended up at Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory on Commercial Street in Greenpoint. I had the butter pecan ice cream and it was delicious.
September!
