Spring sauntered in this weekend, like, “You miss me?”
I was reminded of a short story I read in the New Yorker, which follows a couple as they try to figure out how to best take advantage of a perfect day. The story keeps restarting, following them through different decisions. It spoke to me, because on a perfect spring day, you feel like you must choose just the right thing to do, or else you have committed an grave error that you will regret for the rest of the year.
Luckily, on Saturday my friends made the decisions for me. I first met up with my friend Lindsey on the Lower East Side. From there, we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge in the sunshine. It was there she told me she’s leaving New York.
This is normal for New York. I meet a cool girl. It takes maybe one party, or a couple, before we take that scary step of admitting that, “Hey, you’re cool. I like talking to you. Let’s be friends?” Then you go out together, and the night is a success and you establish that neither of you are crazy, have a drinking problem, or are flaky. You have drinks, and realize you have similar values and worldviews. You start letting each other in further, sharing your fears, your own little (or big) personal challenges. You give each other advice, share sex stories, and support each others’ big moves.
And then, she tells you she’s moving. To Paris. To San Francisco. Or in the case of Lindsey, to Minneapolis. And you hope that you’ll be able to keep the friendship going strong, and really plan to, someday you swear, visit her.
One thing I didn’t know that Lindsey told me, is that Minneapolis is so progressive and healthy, it could be considered a big Williamsburg. Her friends there brew kombucha and have rooftop gardens. There’s plenty of art to exercise your brain. So clearly, I’m going to be visiting her when she moves.
But this news lent our spring day an extra urgency. How many gorgeous, sunny days will she have left to spend with us on rooftops, and backyards and the park? We hurried on to Smorgasburg with our cameras.
Sadly, Lindsey and I had to part ways, as we both had prior obligations. She hopped on the L to the High Line, an I took it the opposite direction to Bushwick for the Vegan Shop Up with Lauren of Trash Is for Tossers.
It’s held at the Pine Box Rock Shop, a bar with surly bartenders that serve up Bloody Mary’s stacked with seven garnishes. Compared to Smorgasburg (which has plenty of its own vegan options) the Vegan Shop-Up is bitty. But there’s enough for a solid meal and dessert: vegan sushi, vegan hot dogs, vegan macarons, vegan cinnamon buns and cookies, vegan chocolate, and more. We also popped by the Meow Meow Tweet table to say hi to Tara, and scoop up her newest products for review.
(P.S. If you like vegan stuff, I’m a fan of VeganCuts for non-toxic and vegan beauty products in a little gift box every month!)
We wanted to pause for a brunch cocktail. But frustratingly, it took us about 35 minutes before the bartender deigned to ask what Lauren and I wanted to drink. By that point we looked at each other, told him water was fine, then bounced. We stopped on our way out to take this pictures in front of this rainbow mural right next to Pine Box Rock Shop.
I’m wearing Parke New York jeans, a conventional chambray shirt, a vintage scarf I “borrowed” from Mom’s closet, an American Apparel belt, boots I bought in Arizona at a giant cowboy store when I was 16, a Leon Bella backpack, and SOLO sunglasses.
Lauren and I picked up a six pack of Brooklyn Summer, and joined my boyfriend and friends at McCarren park for some spring sun lounging.
McCarren park is a treasure. It’s got playing fields, plus flat, expansive green, and a public bathroom, which is crucial. Despite these amenities, even on perfect days, there’s plenty of room to set your blanket down without encroaching on others.
Plus, the cherry blossoms were just starting to bloom, along with daffodils in the flowerbeds below.
Two animals showed up for our casual picnic: Pancho, my boyfriend’s cat, and Oscar, my friend Ana’s chihuahua.
Oscar and Ana just got back from the Winter Music Conference in Miami, where this little pooch put on an extra pound and a half. On a 5 pound dog, that is a lot. (Side note: if you’re ever looking for a crazy party, Ana is one of the minds behind Rinsed parties.)
Today the boyfriend and I hit up the park again, because we couldn’t get enough sunshine. When the wind started picking up, we packed up, and I headed back into the city to check out Conscious Magazine‘s pop-up shop before it closed.
The Conscious Magazine pop-up was super cute, with pieces from Valentine Gauthier, Popinjay, and many other labels are recognized, and a few I didn’t. It ended Sunday evening. But hopefully they’ll do another! The Hamptons was floated as an idea.