Just before starting a couch bender on Sunday (couch bender: in which one sits on the couch for a very long time), I went to the Brooklyn Flea. It just moved to Williamsburg at the beginning of the month. So, it was pretty fantastic walking 8 minutes, rather than taking a 30 minute bus or subway, to the site of great revelry and overpriced antiques.
I had a cream soda while an apathetic stranger lurked behind me:
He got Milktruck:
And everyone was happy.
(Not quite as gluttonous as last time. For the best, probably.)