Brooklyn Day. I just wanted to go to Brooklyn to say that I had been there (why? and to who? I don't know). I took the subway there without any problems. The problem was to walk back over the Brooklyn Bridge. I checked out the Brooklyn Heights Promenade which had some nice views of Manhattan, and also a really stiff fine for not curbing your dog ($1000!). I also found my future apartment. The people inside of it were annoyed that I was taking pictures of it, but I was equally annoyed that they were in my apartment. Bitches.
I wandered through the rest of Historic Brooklyn, and decided to see a little more before I took the bridge back. When I was ready, I found a sign that said "To Manhattan Bridge footpath." I actually took a photo of this sign and thought "Wow, when you're in Manhattan, it's called the Brooklyn Bridge, but when you're in Brooklyn, it's called the Manhattan Bridge. Crazy." After about 20 minutes of walking on the "Brooklyn" Bridge, I got over water and was able to see things. Including... The Brooklyn Bridge. Let's all breathe a little sigh of sadness.
A difference between the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges (other than the fact that they are different bridges...) is that the Manhattan Bridge is 8 times longer and puts you into the middle of Chinatown. I ended up walking A LOT, because I had to cross Manhattan to find a subway once I finally got off the damn bridge, and then went back to my hotel room and went to bed early. At one point I saw an emergency phone. I actually considered using it to call someone and tell them that I got no sleep the night before, I was hungry, and my ass hurt from all the walking. I didn't actually call, but now I wish I had.
Stay tuned for Friday and Lindsey's foray into the criminal world. No, really.
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