Friday night rushed in like a gust of frigid air, and my brother Keegan sent me a text message: want to go see Leap Year at midnight (when he got off work)?
Damsel in distress story starring Matthew Goode . . . Do you even have to ask? Since I live with guys these days, chick flicks are my immediate way of injecting a little estrogen into my rather double X-chromosome barren life. Of course, Keeg didn’t get off work ’till midnight, and the only placing with a 12:30 showing was near Battery Park in Lower Manhattan.
YES.
Decked out in my DIY boots and black ensemble (consisting of about 800 layers!!!), along with my best short-hair-hindered-efforts at a top knot, it felt good, even in the cold, to have legs bare of tights and leggings, if only for a short while.
We happened to park right next to my favorite Irish Potato Famine Monument in all the world (not that I’ve seen more than this one), which, after the movie, lead to an impromptu photo session on my part. We then headed back to Bay Ridge Brooklyn and chiefly considered going to the Three Dirty Pigeons, a dive-y, pub-style bar. Then we considered going home. Home won out, but not before we went for a walk on the Bay Ridge pier, reminiscent of a few of our younger years spent on the pier back in Seal Beach, California.
I don’t know what it is about this monument, but I love the quotes etched into the lighting (not visible in my photos). I love the US impersonation of Ireland’s landscape. The Financial District catches a lot of flack for not possessing a certain kitsch most folks flock to places like the East Village and Williamsburg for, but I don’t consider it a crime against culture when my neighborhood DOESN’T have a Whole Foods Market on every other corner. It and the Battery Park area are one of my favorite neighborhoods in the world, what with all the monuments, old cemeteries, and even older churches.
