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Writing about love...in noodles! Somewhere on the West side in Manhattan.

Andrea and I found refuge from the pouring rain here this past Sunday. This gave the waitress a laugh.

Writing about love at a Spanish bistro on West Broadway, NY.

Writing about love in Brooklyn Heights, NY.

Writing about love in Whitman Park, Brooklyn.

This place is a nice break from the crowds because it's always empty.

Writing about love on the Brooklyn Bridge, NY.

I hadn't noticed anyone from the group in New York, so I decided to do something on the bridge. I was really hoping the rain would finally come so everyone would run away in a fright, but unfortunately, the crowds were there. And full of some real arseholes this weekend!

This one forty-something in particular came whizzing by on his bicycle while I was trying to photograph something. With all the room needed to go around me without trouble, I still had to dart out of the way while he yelled, "Don't stand in the goddamned bike lane!!"

Andrea and I shouted back, "Fuckyouyacunt!" in almost perfect unison. We really are meant to live together.. Anyway, I mean, the nerve! You're supposed to be spying on young ladies atop that thing, not cursing at them!