You know when things line up and life seems to happen without effort or drama? This Memorial Day weekend was one of those times. Everything flowed, the sun never stopped shining and summer knocked on my door with a rainbow in one hand and the keys to a convertible in the other. Yeah, it was that good.
Aside from the excitement and success of participating in the Ft. Greene Artisan Market on Saturday (shameless plug alert: look for us again on June 7), there was sleeping in on Sunday, then enjoying the rhythms of Dance Africa, followed by a cookout and ice cream on the roof deck with a distant view of the city (thanks A&P!)
Monday, thanks to the generosity of Mr. & Mrs. Blister, the fiance and I literally drove down memory lane, first paying our respects to his Dad, then visiting former haunts in Corona and East Elmhurst, stopping by the Lemon Ice King and the best secret sandwich shop in Astoria (if you don't know, then I'm not telling), a picnic in the park and then a final drive back through Brooklyn.
We even made up a song about plucky ducks swimming in the East River. Don't ask.
I'm satiated, slightly sun burned and very satisfied... Happy Memorial Day everybody. Welcome to summer.