It's the first week of the semester, so I'm going to have to be brief, because I'm a very, very tired.
Last Saturday, the BF and I went to the Brooklyn Museum. We were standing in the American wing looking a some still life paintings of current berries and apples. Since it was almost closing time and we were about to leave for dinner, I said, "Mmmm, fruit," and made some smacky noises as I turned to look at him.
Except it wasn't him. It was just some random dude who looked really scared to have some random chick make smacky noises at him in a museum.
New York: sometimes your loved ones turn in to other people when you aren't paying attention.