photo by eppleart from the BushwickBK flickr pool

For the first time in a long time, I spent Saturday night in Bushwick. And I don’t mean making dinner and watching foreign films until 2am. After we finished painting the hallway in the house, we got changed and went to the home of fellow BBKers Jen and Mike up on Broadway and Arion — 10 minute walk at the most — for cocktails and food. A bunch of their friends, some local, were there, boozing it up with rum punch and munching on duck sloppy joes. Sadly, Petra from Bed-Stuy Blog had to go home in a car drunk off her ass before I got to chat with her. (I’ll pay for this.)

We were having such a good time (Luis was enjoying being sexually harrassed by chicks) and were there so late that we had to cut the conversation short to run to my neighbor’s house for his birthday party BBQ. We arrived too late for food (besides, we were stuffed), but got to hang out a bit in the garden and chat up the pan-South American clique that populates his parties. I always enjoy hearing yet another of his friends tell me about how they were going to buy our house but (insert reason they didn’t here).

Lately we’ve been spending more time in the hood as we meet more people to hang out with. Between the BBQs and dinners and straight-up house parties, not to mention meeting friends for coffee at various places in the hood, there is less reason every day to leave Bushwick just to hang out or have some fun.

I guess you could say that in Bushwick, we even have DIY amenities. Or maybe these thoughts are my way of coping with the gross lack of decent commercial dining experiences here. You decide.