But really. Look at these fall colors in Central Park. I mean, they’re not Kirkwood. But they are getting there.
I also got to see all of my delightful friends this week. I had brunch in the East Village. And met the new neighbors (those Scarecrows that moved in outside my building). A gang of skateboarders scooted down Columbus Ave–and by a gang, I mean HUNDREDS of dudes on skateboards. I am not even kidding. Or exaggerating. I travelled to Williamsburg and had a super hipster evening. Kate and I each showed up with Entertainment Weekly in our purses. As only best friends are wont to do.
And I got ice cream from an ice cream truck in Brooklyn. What could be better than this weekend?
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 