Brooklyn in the summer is HOT. Meaning full of free things to do outside, and that I am sweating profusely while sitting here. Literally, sweat is pooling in my onesie.

One of my favorite free to-dos is the Thursday night movie at Brooklyn bridge park. Oh my god. Such good people watching. Sunset. City skyline. Friends. Beers in paper bags (or pinky sized Dixie cups as the case may have been).

Last week we saw “to kill a mockingbird” which jogged my 7th grade nostalgia. The highlight, a certain someone, who shall remain nameless (eh hem, her name rhymes with datelin) leans over to me and whispers: “gem is kind of hot”. That’s right folks. Atticus finche’s 10 year old is not off limits to single girls in the big city. She clarified that she could just tell he was going to be hot. We will forgive her since we have all evaluated the hotness of relatively inappropriate people (it would be fun to compile that lost).

But, to my real point. Peep the scene: