The Rainiest Sunday.

This afternoon we walked the Brooklyn Bridge in the rain, which might sound romantic - very Nora Ephron-esque. It's not, really. There's actually nothing attractive about fighting wind with umbrella and squishing in your shoes. But we did it, and we congratulated ourselves for it; after a sum of nearly 2 1/2 years living in New York, this was the first time we walked the bridge. Shocking, I know.

After the trek, we headed into Cobble Hill for brunch. We stumbled upon Brucie, a sweet little Italian restaurant that also sells a variety of imported pastas, olive oils and sauces. And because we were far too close to The Chocolate Room to pass it up, we grabbed a banana milkshake on the way home.
 ^^see how much Blake enjoyed it?!^^
^^guys, I was wearing THE coolest purple tights. it's a shame you can't see them.^^

Happy Sunday to you all!