Showing posts with label Brooklyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooklyn. Show all posts

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Aaahh NYC Public Transportation

It's been a while since we've ridden the F-train to Brooklyn on a weekend. What better excuse than to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, check out Brooklyn Designs '09, and then head into the slope for a party to celebrate one of Ali's co-worker's finishing his MBA (part-time no less!)...

Needless to say, for those in the know, the F-train isn't exactly the most expedient form of transportation, esp on the weekends. So this gave me a chuckle as a a passenger realizes she gets cell service when the train pops aboveground:

"I'm sooo sorry I'm late. This whole F-train thing just isn't working out."

yeah. there's a reason it's called the F-train.... 'nuff said.

~H

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Waterfalls, Water Taxis and the Brooklyn Ikea

After getting my butt handed to me last night by a certain boxing instructor at my gym, I've decided rest up today, with plenty of fluids and balanced meals. (And when I say balanced, I mean I balanced out my lunchtime salad with several mini peanut butter cups.)

So let's talk about wanderings from a time when I could walk without pain... On the last day of my parents' visit, we headed downtown to the South Street Seaport to check out the Waterfalls in the harbor. Interesting, but not as impressive as The Gates in Central Park a few years back... More entertaining was the yogi performing in the Seaport - I missed his better tricks with my camera, but they included stuffing himself into a 17-inch box, and putting his legs behind his head, propping himself on his hands and swinging like a pendulum. Wild...

Afterwards, my mother was intrigued by the free water taxi to the new Ikea in Brooklyn and convinced us to take a ride. Good times - the ride across the harbor was great, and Red Hook's waterfront lovely. Even if they weren't, the gorgeous new Ikea and a fabulous outpost of Fairway, our favorite NYC grocery store, were well worth a visit. Just remember: no Ikea receipt, no ride back for you... we ended up buying lingonberry sauce and a hotdog just to get back to Manhattan. -A