On Sunday in the Country: Special Fall Leaves Edition

10/26/2008

On Sunday in the Country: Special Fall Leaves Edition

In which The Gay Recluse takes a drive.

Yesterday we were in Dupont Circle, and today we were in Northern Westchester, where we like to go each year to 1) pick up mulch for the garden, 2) pig out on fresh donuts and hot cider, and 3) buy apples.

There have been times in the past when we've fantasized about moving to Westchester.

But today was not one of them! The thought of having to drive everywhere made our skin itch, and then the orchard -- which was packed -- was out of donuts! We wanted to be back in Dupont Circle, walking to Sunday brunch with a group of our intelligent and creative (albeit imaginary) gay friends.

But then we went to the mall in White Plains, where we ate at the Cheesecake Factory and started to miss Dupont Circle a little less. Hey, say what you want about manufactured upscale suburbia, but that cheesecake was really pretty good!

Then we took these photographs from the parking garage. Lol.

The air smelled like fall and the sun was bright.

On the way home we got stuck in traffic.

We spent the whole time discussing ideal places to live. Dupont Circle, Paris, Vienna, Berlin, Portland (Oregon or Maine, whatevs), Albuquerque and Boston were all raised as possibilities. The assumption is that we'll never be afford to move south of where we are now in Manhattan, and Brooklyn has too many personal ghosts to make the list.

In the end, we couldn't come up with anywhere that didn't have some pretty serious drawbacks.

It looks like we're going to be in Washington Heights for quite a while.

There could be better fates.

But there could certainly be much worse.

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You know that REM song, "Don't Go Back to Rockville?" It's that way with Brooklyn for a lot of us. Too many memories, can't go back...waste another year. Too many wasted there already.

Posted by: kirsten | 10/28/2008 at 04:12 AM

Hey K -- omg yes, I played that song about 10,000 times in a cover band in college, and you're exactly right about Brooklyn...

Posted by: The Gay Recluse | 10/28/2008 at 06:23 AM

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