The Brooklyn Bubble
From the hand-soap facilities of Upper West Side to the booming hipster industry of Bushwick, Christine, Jenna, Josh and I braved perhaps our last bus ride to visit New York City. This Brooklyn-centric adventure was a reunion tour and roll call, mixing cousins with college friends with work friends with gymnastics friends and with regular friend friends.
After an awkward coffee encounter with a pack of Bushwickers, we began the great friend experiment. We walked through Central Park as a legitimate family with Brian, Elizabeth, Nugget the Dog and Baby Micha. Anna the Cousin joined us for the unexpectedly delicious peanut and avocado sushi before crawling through the city’s scented lotion boutiques. We saw Brooklyn-locals Lindsay, Josh, Kathleen, and I-Hsien at Burnside, before Ian and Morgan dropped a dozen picklebacks on the table and vanished (their signature move).
After a enjoying the efficiency of New York's subways, we re-endured one of mankind’s most ridiculous rackets: Mega Bus. And I'm not dwelling on this as some sort of angry corporate rant or Amazon exposé. This is more a reminder for Future-James to avoid a system that is as silly as it is sloppy. At least I was able to draft this blog and cut together a video about our Brooklyn Bubble:
Also, Josh and I renewed our promise of eating popsicles together in public parks (I forgot to wear the same shirt).