Here it is *tear* the last and final instalment of our three AMAZING days in NYC.

My future home. We took a picture so we wouldn’t forget the street corner in Brooklyn Heights since we liked it so much. Then we started trying to pronounce our future street name, the conversation went like this;

Janine: “We can’t live here I can’t say that.”

Graeme: “Say what”

Janine: “that street Jor …. yar…. jar…. Joralemon?”

Graeme: “sure its easy” (phonetically sounding it out) “Your-a-lemon”

Janine: “NO YOU’RE A LEMON!!!!” (hysterical laughter at my own joke despite drawing looks from pedestrians). yes I laugh at my own jokes, but thats an issue for another day.

This of course resulted in me randomly yelling out “YOU’RE A LEMON!” throughout the rest of the day. Natch.

I can’t remember which brilliant friend told us to go to this… but you are indeed a genius. This is a whole market of gourmet take-out/ take-home foods in Brooklyn Bridge Park. Delish!

A “pop-up pool” in Brooklyn. Perhaps someone needs to explain the concept of a “pop-up” thing to Brooklyites (is that a word?). Pop-up means temporary, here for a short time, great deals to found etc.

A cement pool does not qualify as temporary.

and so we did….

This is my ‘I’m-going-on-my-very-FIRST-successful-pub-crawl face’

Oh sure I’ve tried to pub crawl, like everyone else back in university. What happened you ask? $10 pitchers at the Cambie happened. Again, again and again. 1 pub does not equal a crawl but thanks for coming out.

So NYC at 30 years old was the site of my very first SUCCESSFUL pub crawl. 

Team Truelove, wound up the night after visiting 4 pubs in the East Village and Nolita. A victory indeed!

In case you want more…. try NYC Part One and NYC Part Two

But don’t worry I’ll understand if you over all my chatter about New York.