This past Saturday I traveled the City far and wide. It was incredibly warm out for January, almost 70 degrees and it would have been a crime not to be outside. So, I lied about going all over the City- the majority of my day revolved around Brooklyn, my beloved borough. The reason why I thought so much about my love for Brooklyn is because during my train rides to and from Manhattan, I read my new book, "The Brooklyn Follies," by Paul Auster. Auster, a Brooklynite, writes about three men's lives in Park Slope and captures the vitality of Brooklyn very well. I was in Park Slope on Saturday, but the real adventure, was a trip to Bed-Stuy for a party at night. I had never been to Bed-Stuy before, but I was very happily surprised by its beautiful architecture...specifically the townhouses. No one could ever get bored living in New York City because there are just so many cool neighborhoods to see, each with its own personality and history. I'm not sure about the history of the architecture in Bed-Stuy; maybe it was wealthy Jews who built those homes, or maybe, like Park Slope, middle-class merchants and immigrants. Who knows? But, I suggest you take a trip...I got off at the A/C stop at Nostrand Avenue. (Above, see the picture of brownstonesBed-Stuy.)
Sunday I tried to go the to the sneak preview of "The Namesake," a movie based on Jhumpa Lahiri's precious book. 
Although many friends were interested in joining me, I ended up going by myself and after standing in line for what seemed like ages, I finally made it to the front, only to find out that the rope was blocking my path...I was the first one not to be let in. How fucking frustrating- why couldn't they have had 301 seats instead of 300, or why couldn't I have been the 300th person, instead of the 301st. Goddamnit. It's a good thing I had a good book with me, "The Brooklyn Follies," so I hopped on the M5 bus and it took my right to my door (literally). Bummer. But, if anyone wants to see this movie with me- Rebecca A or Rebecca W- let me know, because I didn't get to see it. Bummer.
Although many friends were interested in joining me, I ended up going by myself and after standing in line for what seemed like ages, I finally made it to the front, only to find out that the rope was blocking my path...I was the first one not to be let in. How fucking frustrating- why couldn't they have had 301 seats instead of 300, or why couldn't I have been the 300th person, instead of the 301st. Goddamnit. It's a good thing I had a good book with me, "The Brooklyn Follies," so I hopped on the M5 bus and it took my right to my door (literally). Bummer. But, if anyone wants to see this movie with me- Rebecca A or Rebecca W- let me know, because I didn't get to see it. Bummer. 