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