people are talking about Spring

Yesterday offered a solid 78 degrees in Midtown- we celebrated the end of a savage week with lunch on Little Brazil Street, adjacent to the diamond district- After French Onion Soup and hand-cute potato curry fries at O'Brian's Pub, we tucked ourselves into our offices for the countdown to five. I was somewhat pleased that the phones were relatively quiet- and people seemed more focused on the gorgeous feeling of warmth. Vadim and I met up and headed back to Park Slope to catch the end of Happy Hour at Rachel's Taqueria. We thoroughly enjoyed our four-dollar margaritas and one dollar tacos...Cuba enjoyed a lengthy and rigorous walk around the neighborhood as I caught up with Lindsay on the phone and later read to Vadim from a book we found on a stoop- complete with illustrations- the don't s of dating--

After a solid nap, (You don't have to be a toddler or elderly to do this, and I highly recommend it...) A bottle of varietal French red was brought out to sit on our stoop as watched Cuba try to penetrate the iron fence. A gradual hour of conversation exhausted its self with the settling of cool night air and we retired in to snack on pistachios and olives while sipping a few more glasses....



I woke up at 8am to try to catch the Prospect Park Pug Meet-up (1st & 3rd Saturdays of each month) I walked up on a state of completely joyful chaos. Hundreds of dogs bounded over the hilly embankments of vibrant grass with doting owners in praise.

The "no-leash" perk before 9am is pushed along past its limit- without question. The dog owners are a delightful subculture of the city. Each and every pug owner approached me and we discussed things like wrinkle care- or feeding regiments.

Further down the limits of the park...
Little League was in full-force- gun-ho dads bending over clip boards and little base-ball capped boys who seem more interested in the dogs jumping the sectioned off portion of the pond- for sporting breeds...

After we departed the park, Cuba and I walked to the Grand Army Plaza statue to check out the farmer's market. A warm day, I was in athletic shorts with running shoes on- and Cuba was nearly out of breath. We spoke with a few more pug owners and headed back towards home- stopping to pick up a bottle of Cava and allowing a few small girls to pet the Cuba. I ended up carrying the rest of the few blocks home...