Relaxation. Release.
Red Stripe.
Recollections.
Ridiculousness.
Righteous.
Respite.
Rad.
This Memorial Day weekend the mighty roofdeck (of the Brooklyn variety) encompassed all of these things much to my delight. Spur of the moment NYC visits always surprise me and yield the sweetest, funniest delights, and I consider myself extremely lucky to - in such a brief span of time - have made friends whose sofas, kitchens and hearts welcome me so readily.
Of course, these quickies never allow me to see everyone I want to see and I despise the guilt I feel about potentially slighting people, but this time I do declare that I have no idea why I don't visit more often! It's only 2 hours away by car; there are numerous, inexpensive and relatively pleasant bus rides; and I'm quickly becoming a fast fan of Amtrak.
Oh, and there are roofdecks a-plenty to happen upon randomly or as a result of the good graciousness of awesome people's relatives.
Therefore, now that summer's bliss is upon me and my Achilles tendons are re-acclimated to the brunt of the sidewalk struttin', I see many more weekend let's-do-lunch-and-plenty-of-beverages-thereafter moments in the very near future.
Reuniting seriously never felt so good!
Right now I feel sun-kissed and at ease, kinda marveling at how much good a mere 3-day weekend can do. My grumpy, sadistic inside voice is saying that those three days will seem like ancient history by 8:32 tomorrow morning, but I say no! I'm reclaiming my sanity by way of the rapid visitation program. I feel adventurous and jovial and freer than I've felt in awhile so I'm aiming to capitalize on that as much as possible.