you know those days where you have nothing planned, and then you end up with all the best spur-of-the-moment, exactly-what-i-want-to-be-doing-today plans, and your whole day is just fabulous and you go to bed thinking how lucky you are to have the life you have, in the place you live, with the friends you’re blessed to call yours?
those are the best days; the days that remind you how precious and amazing and spontaneous and beautiful this little life really is. i had one on Saturday: a lovely, sunny, enjoying-every-moment sort of day.
and oh, i fell in love, too.
with Brooklyn. i’m currently having a major love affair with Brooklyn. even though i stumbled upon some street art (to add to my collection of feet photos) claiming the borough to be otherwise, i find it absolutely brimming with more than enough love to go around.
other than a run on Saturday, i really had zero plans for once, so i was stoked when a girlfriend said she was heading to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to check out a popular biergarten and some live music. Radegast Hall & Biergarten is a totally rad spot (yes yes my puns are always intentional) to which i really can’t wait to return. we were all smiles, all day.
as cool as the place was, and as delicious as the drinks were, it was the the band, however, who absolutely stole the day. if i’m having a crush on Brooklyn, than i don’t know what you call what i’m having on Sammy Miller & the Congregation. i want to kidnap them all and bring them around with me in my every day life to provide a soundtrack for FUN. they were the most energetic, talented, enthusiastic, lively, adorable band i’ve seen in SUCH a long time, and they had that place turned into an absolute dance party USA. it was all sorts of amazingness.
musicians on tables, dancing on benches, saxophone solos, trumpets playing “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” (which happens to be one of my all-time fave songs) — it was unreal & i never wanted it to end. they created the epitome of a perfectly chill, unbelievably fun environment where every single person in there was laughing and engaged and totally infected by their music.
i also made friends with the trumpet player because i took this sweet pic of him dancing on the table (which totally reinforces my belief that i have a promising career in iPhone photography):
and i had to show it to him and he obviously needed to have it, so i plan on stalking their Instagram and following them around town and reminding him that we are, indeed, new friends. doesn’t sound creepy at all, right? hopefully more such similar pix will ensue in the near future. because it’s always fun to have musician friends with talent!
my girlfriend & i then decided to make a night of it in BK and bopped around to check out a few other spots as well, including the two rooftops Berry Park and The Gorbals, two really sweeeeet places to which i hope to return. i realllly dug The Gorbals roof — and we met a super interesting hippie homeless Aussie bartender with a pile of dreads stacked on his head and the intention to legally change his last name to “Pineapple” in the imminent future, to match his tattoo (and i assume the dreads are supposed to be pineapple-y?).
such a cool vibe, BK. til next time, i’ll be thinking about you & all your wonderful weird glory.