Erika Veurink

Weekend Rewind: Sis in the City

Erika Veurink
Weekend Rewind: Sis in the City

It's been a minute since a recap, but with a new job and graduation, and a myriad of other excuses, my weekends have been much needed respites. And this past weekend was no exception. My little sister, Jim, and our friend, Al, came to celebrate Al's high school graduation. In classic Jim fashion, I met them in my apartment, fridge stocked with groceries, pasta boiling, and The Lone Bellow playing.

  Milk Bar in Carroll Gardens

Milk Bar in Carroll Gardens

We did what we do best: went for ice cream and settled in with a cheesy rom-com. This is where Ruby and Jim connect and I respect from a distance, but I'll admit, romantic comedies are winning me over. The girls stayed up in true high school fashion and I rolled over after slipping on my sleep mask.

I dragged their sleepy selves to Gather for pastries before I went to work. They shopped around, dropped off a croissant for me (sensing a theme?) and we went to sweetgreen for a late lunch before stopping in at Three Lives to see Ruby. And then we got more ice cream (or ice cream adjacent, gelato) before seeing a show. 

  At Grom

At Grom

It had been a minute since I'd been in Times Square and, as always, it proved to be more involved than I wanted it to be. Phantom was great. The peanut M&Ms Jim bought before the show started might have been even better. Here we are awaiting the start/trying to stay awake. 

 

  Phantom of the Opera

Phantom of the Opera

To embrace the total New York experience, we opted for the subway back to Brooklyn. After three transfers, I think the girls were disenchanted. But not to worry! We made it home, fell fast asleep, and dreamt of our beach day to come.

In all my time in New York, I had never been to a beach. It's hard being from the Midwest. You just kind of assume you're landlocked by default. We made Martha Stewart Blueberry Pancakes, rolled up the beach blanket, and buckled down for the trek on the A train that is the journey to Rockaway Beach.  

  Rockaway bound on the A

Rockaway bound on the A

We arrived, finally, and were as impressed as any Iowan is by any beach. So warm! So upbeat! So much better than wading through murky creeks! We laid out the blanket and engaged in classic beach behavior: complained about a lack of snacks, played MASH, and read

  Jim on the beach

Jim on the beach

Some fries, a hazy ride into the afternoon sun, and we were back at the apartment. We made tacos, put on some vinyl, and relished the window of time before discovering my sunburns. 

  Rockaway Beach

Rockaway Beach

Saturday night we wandered over to Prospect Park for a Rhye concert. More importantly, we made a late night donut run to the diner, and somehow managed to pick up cookie dough on the walk home, as well. When in Rome, I guess.

  At Prospect Park

At Prospect Park

Sunday was lovely-church, vintage shopping, a movie with Ruby, and dumplings. Did I mention we got ice cream one last time? I love having Jim here, watching her become more and more confident navigating the city, and getting to share it all with Al. xx

  Jim and Al

Jim and Al