We took a day trip this weekend with our end destination determined, but no other parts of the day fleshed out.
Our goal this year was to leave the city by 10:30 and eat a picnic lunch on one of the shaded lawns.
I was never a milk drinker before moving to Brooklyn; I always found the taste to be off-putting and stomach-ache inducing.
Yesterday, I browsed through some old archives on this blog and came across one dated July 25, 2009.