Yesterday I Was a Tourist

September 24, 2007

I got to sleep in yesterday, which is the best treat on earth! But when I woke up, J and I decided it was too nice to spend the day sitting on the couch watching TV. So, we took a walk along the East River from the Williamsburg Bridge to the Brooklyn Bridge. While sitting on a bench and relaxing, I all of a sudden said, “Hey, wanna walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and have lunch at Grimaldi’s?” I’ve lived in NYC for 6 years, and I’ve never done either of those things. It was hysterical—the bridge is beautiful and lovely to walk across on a nice, sunny day, but man… did we feel like tourists! We got yelled at more than once for walking in the bike lane, and we stopped along the way to ooh and aah over the incredible views of the city and the Statue of Liberty. When we got to the end of the bridge, I sorta assumed Grimaldi’s would be sitting there like an oasis at the finish line. Nope. So we had to flag down a Brooklyn native and ask for directions—”Just walk down the hill and you’ll see a bunch of people waiting on line.” Well, we got on line… for 45 minutes. Most of that time we were forced to listen to some southerner on the phone practically screaming all the details of her amazing trip to NYC. Why can’t people censor their volume? Then we sat for 25 minutes before we got our pizza. Finally! And I have to say, it was pretty good. It’s certainly not the best pizza I’ve ever had—J complained heavily that the basil was bitter and the sauce was too sweet. But it was a fun experience and I’m glad we did it. And we’ll never do it again.


Can you find me?


One comment

  1. of course i can find you, pinky. i can’t believe you never ate at grimaldi’s. that shit is good. and you lived at water street and never walked across the brooklyn bridge? for shame. miss you.

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