After work, I traveled to Brooklyn for a lovely stroll through Prospect Park.
I'd never been there before, and was surprised by how big and beautiful it was.
In the evening, I met up with my boyfriend to catch a show at the park's bandshell. Did you see the Irish indie film Once a few years ago? You didn't?! Please do. It's a beautiful film and features incredible music from the artists "The Swell Season", who we got to watch for only $3!
Saturday morning, I hopped on the train and headed into Manhattan for a walk. It was the first time all summer that the weather wasn't absolutely sweltering and I wanted to take full advantage.
Made my way down Madison Avenue to check out the fancy windows.
Then I walked a few blocks west and found myself in the middle of a street fair.
Even though they always feature the same things--Italian sausage carts, gauzy summer dresses, and the $4 sock table--I still get excited when I stumble on one of the fairs.
I enjoyed a yummy crepe for breakfast,
and briefly considered adding more macrame to my wardrobe.
My boyfriend and I decided to head back to Brooklyn--this time to Coney Island and Brighton Beach.
We were not the only ones who thought this was a good idea.
Italian sausage makes a second appearance in my day.
Coney Island is known for attracting some real characters, and this guy definitely qualified.
We actually remembered seeing him a few summers ago in the same spot.
Those white shoes are hard to forget.
This guy had the crowd mesmerized with his, ummm, interesting dance moves. I spared you the shot where he removed his belt and began sliding his pants off his waist. You, my friend, are welcome.
We couldn't leave without grabbing a bite from Nathan's. You know the place. It's the one that hosts the infamous hot dog eating contest every July 4th. I don't know how those people eat 40-50 hot dogs in one sitting, nor do I want to contemplate what they must feel like after. I paused to evaluate whether I should eat even one corndog. I decided that I should, since I just waited 20 minutes in line to get it.
New Yorkers may notice that I do not use the phrase "waiting on line". I can't get into it. It's a personal choice.
I do as little as possible on Sundays. I cook, clean and lounge around as long as possible. I only get dressed if it's vitally necessary.
I did find the energy to whip up some delicious blueberry muffins, however.
How did you spend your weekend?