I heart food.

Saturday was enjoyed walking around Chinatown and sampling plate after plate of greasy dumplings and spring rolls for $1 (!) at the Taste of Chinatown....then I bought a bike. Seriously, I never thought I'd need/want a bike in NY but I still really don't know my way around well, and I figure the best way to explore the city (or most likely in my case, Brooklyn) is to hop on a tough ass old Raleigh cruiser (circa 1970s). I can't wait. You see so much more this way. Riding from Brooklyn to Queens alone was a fucking blast....over the bridges, pissing off drivers cause I don't know my proper traffic/street/bike rules quite yet, and of course the complete satisfaction I felt after the boy told me we had just rode like 12 miles. Awesome. And this bike is so badass (and i'm not much of a bike enthusiast) and ugly...it's black and military green so I'm hoping that it's so damn unattractive that no one will feel the need to steal it. It, by the way, is a she and I've named her the Bulldyke. Yes, she's just that tough and that ugly. So the point of it all is to just learn my outer-burough geography a little better and get my lungs back into shape (and my ass...)