Kurt and I finally got to try out the new shuffleboard club in Gowanus this weekend. I'll go into more detail later but let's just say I'm a natural (I think "dream crusher" was the exact description). One day we had breakfast at Dub Pies (which is becoming a weekend ritual) before I baked piles and piles of cookies for Kurt's softball team. I then foolishly agreed to accompany him to the game on our bikes...25 miles later (not even kidding) I earned a lovely dinner at Van Horn in Cobble Hill. I miss their sandwiches (and hushpuppies!) but our sweet potato gnocchi and bone marrow grits were incredible. The ride was actually great and not all that strenuous along the west side bike path. My butt is sore today but I am so thrilled to be back in bike riding weather that I almost don't notice. Almost.