weekend update: bridge views

Happy Monday! Except for me, it’s more like Wednesday since I’ve been working since Saturday.

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See what having a weekend job does to you? Or maybe it’s just me since tons of other people seem to cope much better than I do.

Anyway, I figured I would share what I did this weekend, even though it was technically Thursday and Friday.

Wednesday afternoon I got a text from Lisa asking if I wanted to go to the Promenade later that day. I’ve talked about the Promenade before. It’s in Brooklyn Heights, has excellent views of lower Manhattan and is where I spent most of my lunch breaks in college.


So, we’re walking and enjoying a nice summer night in Brooklyn Heights. the views! the brownstones! the yuppies! oh my! At the same time, we look up and see the Brooklyn Bridge. “We should walk over the bridge,” Lisa says. “Ehh, I don’t know, Lee. I haven’t eaten. I hear it’s a steep incline. We should do it eventually, though.” I reply. “Yeah, you’re right. What do you want to eat?”

P.S. We walked over the Brooklyn Bridge.

After talking ourselves out of it, we figured, what the hell. After we got turned around looking for the footpath entrance, we were finally  on our way. Let me tell you, the entrance is like the long walk towards death. It starts to steadily incline and all of a sudden you’re walking over cars. Then, the bridge itself is wooden planks. I was terrified. There were people all over who DID NOT MOVE. On our right, we had the Tour de France passing on their bikes. Every time a bike sped passed, the boards moved, like a typical beach boardwalk. Except over cars and water. I think if I were able to calm down for a minute and catch my bearings, I would be OK, but in general, the whole walk was torture. I was mad at myself afterward because I feel like I missed out on a really great experience. I’d go again, but in the daytime and with a clearer head.

All of that being said, look at these views.
*i can’t figure out if these pictures are kind of blurry because i was shaking or if i was zoomed out too far and it was dark. just another reason to go over again.

Obviously, I’m obsessed with the Empire State Building. I almost forgot Brooklyn was on my side. Ok, I did forget that Brooklyn was on my side, but in my defense, when I looked that way, all I saw was cars under me and it freaked me out.

The Manhattan side of the bridge starts at City Hall park. Lisa and I took a rest and then were off to find food because I was starving to begin with, add to that my nerves, I was ravenous. And thirsty. SO THIRSTY. We wandered into the Financial District, which pretty much closes when the stock market closes. However, there were a lot more people milling around than I expected. We wound up hydrating at a Duane Reade and then getting on the train headed back to Brooklyn. All in all – something else to check off my bucket list.

Thursday I wanted to clean my room and I was so excited to do it. #adulting It turns out that I didn’t so much clean my room as I moved some things around and watched Kardashian reruns all afternoon. My legs were like jello for most of the day from my adventure the night before. That hill is no joke. Also, it’s my Saturday, after all. I went to dinner with my mom and that was basically it. There’s no photographic evidence but picture the two of us having really delicious salads, al fresco because, summer.

Friday it was back to the city for me and Lisa. We wanted to head to Central Park but we got a late start so we walked passed Lincoln Center and found Lady Gaga’s (parent’s) restaurant on the Upper West Side. It looks adorable and cozy and the menu sounds delicious. I didn’t bring my camera even though it was World Photography Day. I felt a little naked. So, again no photographic evidence, but I’ll leave you with the picture I posted on Instagram last year on World Photography Day.


#meanttobe #soulmates #notplanned

How was your weekend?

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smorgasburg, street art & taylor swift

In a turn of events, I actually did things this weekend so here I am to tell you all about them. Not surprisingly though, those events include going to the city to take lots and lots of pictures. Whatever. I had a good time.

Friday: Lisa invited me to go out to with her and her coworkers to Smorgasburg in Coney Island. Smorgasburg is like a higher end food truck rally. The one in Coney Island (they’re all over Brooklyn and now going into Queens) had their vendors set up in shipping crates. It’s also fairly new to the area so there was a much smaller selection of vendors. I persevered though and got a delicious lobster roll from the Red Hook Lobster Company and a lemonade. We also shared truffle fries with a lemon garlic aioli that I would like to bathe in. After we ate, we went for drinks on the boardwalk and took in the view.

After drinks we said our goodbyes and made our way home. I put Mindy on Hulu and started an unofficial countdown until the new season starts. (21, by the time you’re reading this!)

Saturday: I’ve been stalking “The Love Wall” on Instagram for a while now so Lisa and I decided to take the trip. It was supposed  to be on the corner of Mott Street in Little Italy. Tell me how all of a sudden it’s in the Bowery.

Guys, they moved the love wall and Google said NOTHING.

I’ve been googling the wall for the last few days just to make sure that we knew how to get there and what else was in the area for us to do so you would think I’d know that it up and moved. Nope. The Bowery isn’t too far from where we were and I think that’s what makes it worse. Like, we could have went if we had known but GOOGLE DROPPED THE BALL. The mural that replaced the original love wall is great and has a good message so at least there’s that.



Mulberry Street was closed to traffic which made it like a typical New York Italian street fair minus the zeppolis and sausage and peppers. We had lunch at La Mela, which was cheap and delicious. Then we found the Italian American museum, which I’ve been wanting to go to for a while now. Little Italy was one of the first places the Italian immigrants landed when they came over. The Stabile bank, where the museum is housed, was everything to these people. They went there to apply for jobs, wire money home, arrange for the rest of their family to come over. The building is the last original one of these buildings left. I loved that they kept it true to a bank, setting up the exhibits in the bank teller stations and opening the vault to show all of the receipts, mail and whatever else was left in there. They were also hosting a photo exhibit by a photographer named Steve Nadler. He did a who series of Little Italy over the course of the year in 1976. I absolutely loved it. Mr. Nadler was there and very open to talk about his work and a little of his life. It turns out that he and his wife had their first apartment in the same neighborhood where I live now. Such a small world. Anyway, the exhibit is there until Labor Day and he’s there every Saturday so if you can go, GO! In fact, let me know and I’ll go with you. Then we’ll go and find the love wall, for the love of God.

After the museum I needed a small hit of sugar so we went into Ferrara’s bakery for some cannoli. I decided on a mini chocolate one and for once in my life, it was a good decision.

The rest of the day was basically walking and finding all sorts of street art. It’s all over down there, just like the tourists. Everyone complains that Times Square is a tourist trap has obviously never spent time in Chinatown. Don’t get me wrong, I love tourists. I love listening to them speak and hearing the awe in their voices when they see the Empire State Building for the first time. I love giving directions to places I’ve been to a million times. I love knowing that they’ll go back to whatever state/country they came from and talk about their trip to New York ad nauseum. So yea, tourists for the win. Anyway, street art- lots of it.

Getting back to the love wall for a second, my intention was to take artsy, too cool to look at the camera, typical blogger photos in front of it. Luckily, we found other walls to do that in front of so at least the day wasn’t a waste. As if we did nothing else all day.

We walked around until we found ourselves in TriBeCa. We stopped by Taylor Swift’s apartment building to see if she wanted to get a cup of coffee and gossip but she’s on tour so I guess we’ll have to take a raincheck. We both agreed though that if we met her the one question we would have to ask is what it was like dating Harry Styles. (sidenote: this is why Lisa is my best friend. she brought up the question just as i was thinking it. #greatminds) We would promise that we wouldn’t sell her story or anything, we just have to know. Let’s be real, if you caught her coming out of her building and she gave you a minute of her time, after you told her how much you love/hate/whatever her, you wouldn’t ask the same thing? Exactly.



After we left Taylor’s, we headed over to One World Trade. We were too broke to go up to the Observatory this time but I’ll get up there eventually. Also, I’m saving those pictures for another post so look out for them soon!

When we got home my feet wanted nothing to do with walking so I drove myself for some pizza and then watched The Devil Wears Prada with Nicole.

That is all. (ha! get it?)

What did you do this weekend?

Let’s discuss!



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