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This weekend’s gratitude journal…

Thank you for what must have been the smoothest trip from Queens to Brooklyn this city has ever seen. Although this did negatively impact my hairstyle, (more time was needed for the curls to naturally dry before applying my patented finger-scrunching technique,) I was thrilled to arrive in Brooklyn via public transportation without my usual mental breakdown.

Thank you for a bachelorette like Kim, who would rather do a cannonball off the Brooklyn Bridge then have a horribly embarrassing bachelorette event. Due to her strict ban on all party favors and games penis-oriented, we were free to have an excellent dinner at Flatbush Farm followed by rock and bowling at Melody Lanes. I forgot how cold the pitchers of Bud are. I also forgot how all of the New Edition, DeBarge, and Bobby Brown they play goes so perfectly to my skilled dance moves after every turn.

Thank you for motivating me to write the next day after way too much Bud. There was no way it was going to happen in Queens since I would be dangerously close to my couch and “Real Housewives of New Jersey” re-runs. So big thanks for the google search that brought up Cafe Grumpy in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I knew I was risking my mental sanity depending on the G train for anything. But Greenpoint- with its homemade pierogies on every corner and quiet cafes where it’s actually possible to get work done - is well worth the risk.

And thank you for the long summer Sundays. There is plenty of time to hole up in a cafe, but still make it back to Queens to witness this typical scene. I don’t think I’ll ever walk by one of these parks and pick up a game of basketball, handball, or chess. Still, it’s nice to know that after 8 years in New York City this is technically a right I can exercise any time I want.

Thank you.