Second verse, same as the first!

Kate and I spent our Sunday at Stink Fest 'o8, a street fair which culminates in a cheese eating contest. It was the same as last year, but everything managed to improve. Last year's cheese eating champ packed away a mere 80z; whereas this year the guy ate nearly a pound. Last year we watched our beloved Marty Markowitz preside over the festivities from a far. This year we chatted with him about the Brooklyn Bridge's birthday, he gave us Brooklyn pins and even posed for a photo with Kate! (If you know Kate you understand that a dream has now been realized) Somehow, the roasted corn even tasted better.  It turns out we even took an eerily similar picture to commerate the day. mmm. Corn. I love traditions. 

it's officially summer- and I'm officially blogging.

Hey there Kids.

Today was the longest day of the year and it was a lovely one.

The Gayrab and I spent the solstice having one of those urban vacation days. We went to Pastis for our beloved French '75 (I know. Pastis. You're rolling your eyes. But I swear we starting going there well before Carrie Bradshaw & co. made it a thing.) I don't know how it's possible, but when one mixes champagne and gin, they become almost refreshing.

Then we took a trip... to Water Taxi Beach. 

First of all, it requires a 

Water Taxi. How novel. After what seemed like a brisk four hours of sunning ourselves on the Hudson, we arrived. There was sand. There was a bar. There were... some interesting people.

After an extended interlude on the dock (and

 legitimate fears that were about to be stranded in Long Island City) we boarded our second water taxi of the day and watched the sunset before dining at South Street Seaport. (Just when you were done judging us on Pastis!) It was sunny and perfect and I never see New York from the water, it looks all shiny and happy. I wanted to cue the theme from Working Girl...