Saturday afternoon I finally went to see Patricia and Laura's newest place in Brooklyn. Now they live real close to the Marcy stop on the J. It's real nice over there, the streets are well-shaded and hipsters and Puerto Rican men playing dominoes coexist peacefully on the street. If Disneyland were Brooklyn, it would be the Youngs' new neigborhood.
(I've included this second photo of Patricia with her $1.50 milkshake so that she can choose which one she likes better to use for Friendster)
Back at their well-decorated home, "Paradise City" came on the radio and Laura was left with no other option but to rock out.
The important thing about this sign that you might not be able to see is that, in spanish, it tells the tenants to put their trash "en el beisman." (Beisman = Basement) Things like this make me really wonder if I'll ever go to Mexico City again, and if "yes", then how soon can as soon as possible be?
Then a number of us went to the park and sat in a circle:
The thing that I was surprised to see is that the cool kids of Brooklyn (all right, look at them, they are not kids, they may not realize it, but they are adults) with all their tattoos and trucker hats and . . . tattoos and everything love going to the park to talk and wrestle and eat chips and sing songs on nice days just like everyone else.
Also The "Briggie is My Homeboy" post is getting so far down there that I best link to it and all the hot comment-action that's going on with it. Anyway, it's starting to seem that these t-shirts might actually really happen, but it's not too late (and perhaps it never will be too late) to "order" yours. Unless you are a mysterious anonymous commentor who wants a shirt, I may be getting in touch with you relatively soon to talk about shirt size and possibly even shirt color. Also, for the record, I never volunteered to also make mugs with my picture on them. If you want a mug with me, I'll gladly send you the picture, but you'll have to take it to the mall yourself to have it made.