Where Else Would You Live in Brooklyn?

If not here, where?

My man and I have been asking each other this question with increasing regularity. For a lot of reasons not the least of which is because the freight on an extra bedroom in Park Slope gives me a nosebleed to contemplate. 

And for what?

To be surrounded by the most odious (and alternately gemütlich) people on the planet?

To have my calendar overrun with Food Coop shifts and cooperator meetings of the Lake Huntington Summer Community and emergency redecorate the lobby meetings of our apartment coop?

Because, God help me, I can't see myself anywhere else?

Yeah, that's why.

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IS PARK SLOPE ATHLETIC?

I’m sure most of you are blissfully unaware of the Park Slope co-ed soccer league that took place in the dilapidated shit sack of a gym at Xavier High school this winter. The season came to an uneventful close last week as the undefeated ‘In One Ear And Out Your Mothers’ fell to the ‘NYC Wanderers.’ Despite  kicking major ass the entire season IOEAOYM happened to lose the ONE game that mattered, crushing their hopes and dreams of receiving the highly coveted plastic ass trophy.

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Brooklyn Pride

If you *really* love Park Slope, you should obvs buy this $150 necklace to show it...I just bought 17.

(via Curbed)

Worst Flyer Ever?

Ok, so I don't have a car and as a result I think this is kinda funny. But I'm guessing if I did I'd probably wanna cut a bitch.

A FIPS tipster let us know that Pete's Napoletana Pizzeria apparently left these flyers on car windows all up and down 5th Avenue this weekend. Also, their signage says "Napoletana" and these flyers say "Napolitana."

Now they've made people angry with fake parking tickets AND they misspelled the name of their restaurant.

What does everyone think of the pizza?

Drunken Monkeys: Union Hall

In late 2009, a few days after my 35th birthday, I was up visiting the parents in Southern NH for the Thanksgiving holiday. A few days into my stay, I was reflecting on my middle age status & thought to myself "what ever became of George, my beloved childhood stuffed gorilla?" In between the holiday's familial obligations, I hunted through the house from the attic to the basement, trying to find George.

By the time I'd departed back to NYC at the end of the weekend, I hadn’t been able to locate him. The following week, my mother called me to inform me that she'd found George & would be sending him down to Brooklyn via the postal service. A few days later, after a few decades apart, we were finally reunited.

Since that time, George has sat on shelves & bookcases in my apartments, observing what I've become since we were last together. A few days ago, we were talking & decided that, after decades indoors, it was high time that he got out & started meeting people again. On Sunday, I was heading out to meet a few folks at Union Hall, so George tagged along.

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