I’ve been working on the itinerary for Jim’s visit for months. Itineraries are my love language, it turns out. Hers, not so much. Time together is precious, so easy, and is always bookended with a late night dessert run to the bodega.
Being the thoughtful sis she is, Jim picked up groceries for dinner after a quick pastry at Gather. I came home to dinner on the table and Kacey Musgraves on the stereo. We made vegan cookie dough and settled in.
The next morning, we rode the G to Greenlight and got breakfast at Maison May in Fort Greene. I kept telling Jim about this cafe, so it was special to be there with her. It wouldn’t be a visit without some vintage. Turns out L Train Vintage has a better location in Brooklyn. Shopping with my sister is such a simple delight. She keeps me in line when the prairie dress I’ve fallen in love with reads a bit too Laura Ingalls—well, most of the time.
Then it was off to work for me. Jim graciously made a post office and flower run for me. I mean, she is the most generous. We met Rubes for dinner, always a highlight being with my two favorite people.
Then it was Thursday, a massively packed day including breakfast at Brunswick, lunch with Danielle, and every stop in Soho in between. Plus it was raining. But we were together! Jim learned the merit of ordering in Thai after a day of running around.
Friday was the King’s visit. We went on a tour and listened to some panels before meeting up to babysit together that night. Pizza, talking about the day, and nothing else to do was the perfect Friday night.
Saturday was full, too. We went to the farmer’s market, back to Greenlight, and back into Manhattan. We saw Five Feet Apart at the new theater in Park Slope. The movie was devastating, or maybe I was just emotional about Jim leaving. Either way, we chased it with some rom com I had missed from last summer in bed on my laptop.