OK, OK, OK.
So I know I said that Wednesday was my last night in Brooklyn — I lied.
OK, so I didn’t lie, because I had every intention of leaving on Thursday. But I still had so much to take care of, and I was beginning to stress out, so finally I just called the airline and rescheduled my flight. That gave me three full extra days to wrap everything up.
And it also allowed me to hang out in Brooklyn just a tad longer.
Only two people knew I was still in town: my boys Ron and Jordan. Because of this, I kept a super low profile and made sure to stay away from my usual haunts so that I would not be discovered.
Although I did go to the Alamo one last time to catch Avengers: Infinity War. I went to an early showing, like 8 o’clock in the morning. But man, lemme tell you. That film knocked the wind out of me. I was weeping like a lil bitch. [Spoiler alert] And yes, I know that all of the character deaths aren’t permanent, you better goddamn believe some of them are.
I was also afforded the opportunity to hit up Chilo’s one more time. Chilo’s is a Bed-Stuy bar that has a year-round taco truck in its backyard, and their pork belly taco is one of my favorite things ever.
Later on, I hit up dive bar Do or Dive, where I made a couple new friends, JoJo and Mitzi.
The following night, I hung out with Ron and Jordan and my out-of-town buddy Jacques at another Brooklyn dive, Tip-Top Bar & Grill.
Not only is Tip-Top on some real old-school Black people vibe, they serve one of the best fried fish sammiches I’ve ever had.
Shoutout to you, Aunt Sally!
And then that’s it. I finished cleaning out the crib, packed the remainder of my shit, and caught an Uber to the airport on Saturday evening. Thus, my time as a Brooklyn resident came to a quiet, secret end.
It wasn’t the denouement I’d envisioned, but looking back, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
OK, Los Angeles — you’re up next! Leggo!