Had such a nice time at a rooftop BBQ today. Bonded with friends old & new, ate and drank well, soaked in the nabe. Met a couple who happen to live across from me in another building; they asked, Can you see into our apartment? Yes, totally. But my life is on display too, so whatever.
Spoke French some. Talked movies. Talked TDKR, Star Wars, Wes Anderson. A five-year-old towhead appeared wearing the same sandals I used to wear at his age. We shared a Lucky Charm treat; for the rest of the party he had electric blue marshmallow on his face.
Walked home, fed the cat, watered the plants, went for a spin. The park was pulsing with people and fireflies. Perfumey. So. Many. People. All mellow; deep laughs; kids with light-up things. I passed a girl riding her bike with some weird illumination attached to the front wheel; she was so very pleased about that.
This is something Brooklyn does well, maybe better than anywhere I’ve been.