Entry #363 – May 15, 2010: All day, errday

Today is dedicated to Brooklyn & Sallo (we go hard).

I have to travel to Brooklyn today.

I need a haircut and only Roger can get it just right.

I catch the A to Jay Street/Borough Hall (so I can take the escalator up to the street), then jump on the bus to get to the gentrified section of Fulton Street.  You know the area of Brooklyn where all the bodega's have organic fruits and vegetables?

But first a quick pitstop at Whole Foods Columbus Circle & Sephora to reconnect with Mary, Macy's to cop the earrings that have been calling my name since Indiana and eyebrow threading on 34th Street.

Right on time for my appointment at Follicles.  Yep - the one in Ft. Greene (or is that Clinton Hill)?

As usual, Roger asks, "What are we doing today?"

"Make the sides and back short, but keep a little length on top. Like yours. Yeah like yours."

Thirty minutes later and I'm fresh again. There is a new gait in my step.

"I may as well hop over to Myrtle to get my feet tight too."

Catch another bus up Fulton, walk down Washington to Myrtle, hang a right and step inside Polish Bar Brooklyn.

"I want to get a pedicure."

"Can you wait 30 minutes?"

"Sure."  It's a nice day and my toes need some love.  I always paint them red -- but today I'll go for the pink.

Forty-five minutes later and I am realizing I am in BROOKLYN again -- with a fresh cut and sparkling toes.  Gotta go to Madiba.

Texting - "On my way to Madiba for dinner before heading back to the city." No response.

"How many?"

Motioning with my forefinger, "One."

"I'm wonderful. I'll have the fish packet and a mojito."

Madiba, man.  One of my favorite Bed-Stuy blur Clinton Hill blur Ft. Greene spots. (I wonder if Havana Outpost is open yet.)

Finish up at Madiba, then walk back towards the park - Ft. Greene Park.  I'll take the bus back to Jay Street.

Waiting thirty minutes (or more) and still no bus.  But Kevin's bouncing downing the street.  "Did he know I was here?"

I can't help but smile.

"Come sit in the park with me."

"Ok." (Even though my hayfever has tears pouring out my eyes like pitchers of water.)

A couple hours later, the sun is going down and I'm smiling from the tip-top of my curly cut to the base-bottom of my new callous-free heels.

Catching the A train back Uptown remember what Brooklyn feels like.

Hey Brooklyn Hard Rock your style is might tight.