It's also a good place if you own a bicycle with lots of extra Christmas tree storage.
And it's a good place for sunlight to burst through tunnels on an elevated garden stroll.
It's a good place to find your husband's nickname on a bar. This is Williamsburg Levi (or Leevee [or Levee]) without his bodysuit and fur vest*.
It's a good place if you're a dog walker because sometimes it rains cats and dogs. Think of all the dogs you could just round up on a day like this. Then you'd simply attach at least fourteen of them to your fanny pack and go for a leisurely stroll.
It's a good place for an umbrella. Our friend lent us one with a ten-foot diameter. All of those other suckers only had like three feet.
It's a good place to meet Alan Rickman after a show and shake his hand. Then not sleep all night because you shook Alan Rickman's hand. I'll have to shake his hand again some day because the first time I forgot to hold on.
Beware, though. If you buy a snow globe in New York City, you're out of motherfucking luck. Unless, I suppose, that snow globe is filled with breast milk. And you thought you'd never figure out what to get your family members for the holidays.
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