Before I really started looking for my first neighborhood, my mom tried to sell me on Park Slope. On my last college Spring Break, my dad, sister, and I headed to NYC for some plays, shopping, and a lot of walking around. We ended up going to Park Slope, and couldn’t believe how different it was from Manhattan. By the time I actually moved here after getting a job in Harlem, I dismissed any idea of Brooklyn. It seemed so far away.
Now I keep going back to Brooklyn. I considered moving there when my lease was broken. I was very close to getting a job there. It’s homier and slightly more affordable and in my experience, a lot of fun. Two of the best weekends I’ve had with Cade have been in Brooklyn. One was the day trip to the cherry blossom festival at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The other was Saturday’s trip to Prospect Park Zoo. The weather was beautiful. The area is beautiful. And Cade’s corporate memberships - those are beautiful, too.
Prospect Park Zoo is very kid-friendly, much more so than the lacking Central Park Zoo. I’ve heard that the Bronx Zoo is the best of the bunch, and Cade and I will be venturing there in September on another corporate membership day. So kid-friendly, yeah. There’s a barn with real farm animals for petting - heavy petting for the animal lovers out there. There are wooden cows outside for kids to milk. There are rubbery teats and water can be squeezed out of them into a bucket. I tried my hand at milking while old Betsy carried my purse, but dem titties done dried up!
The animals at the petting zoo really don’t share the love unless you buy a handful of grains in the animal food vending machines. Except for the snotty-nosed black cow. That thing really wanted to get to know me better. It was just like that line in Annie Hall - I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in a club that would have me as a member. Oh, well. Go Horns!
After the petting zoo, Cade and I took various paths to see some of the other wildlife. Unfortunately, this didn’t include elephants, hippos, lions, or giraffes. We mostly just saw little kids grunting and screeching. We did see gorgeous red pandas, though.
Cade and I finally wandered over to the baboon exhibit. By this time, I was tired from walking around in heels. Cade was thirsty, and refused to pay $2.50 for a bottled water (”Bottled water?! I’m half-Jewish!”), and wasn’t willing to jump into the sea lion pool for some thirst quenching. The glaring pinkness of the baboon’s butts was the last straw. The pinkest hineys belonged to those female baboons who were seasonally single and ready to mingle. And the last picture is of baboon nit-picking, since I couldn’t find a picture of me needling Cade to buy a new, working cellphone.
What a fun day!
you can take the girl out of the country. even dress her up. but alas, well, you fill in the blanks
you and the baboon’s ass are dead ringers
Amanda’s beautiful! If you mean what you say then you must really like monkey ass.