Here’s what happens when you let two forty-somethings loose in Brooklyn (hipster central), sans child, with zero agenda.
Every once in a while you need to sneak away and remember who you were before you had to watch Blaze and the Monster Machines 24/7, eat chicken nuggets for dinner and sleep in dinosaur sheets.
Mr. KK and I are enjoying some frosty beverages, while Little Mister enjoys time with his Grandparents.
That beer list is pretty impressive. As is the beard on the guy in the bottom right.
Cheers to adults-only weekends!