Once upon a time, the people from Brooklyn got together and formed a Country. They have no ruler except the people themselves, (which, granted, can be pretty scary, so I guess it's okay). It's only a temporary Country, however, existing and functioning, strangely, only during the summer. People shut down businesses, homes, and stores, and flee the city to this oasis of...something. I've never heard a name for this Country (apparently for fear of the U.S. government realizing that they've seceded from the Union and created their own Country), and so people only talk about it vaguely and mysteriously, calling it The Country, or sometimes just "Upstate". Everyone who's in the "know" in Brooklyn knows which Country they mean, so there is no need for further explanation.
Now, toward the end of the summer, the inhabitants of The Country have begun coming back into Brooklyn, flowing back in droves. Although I'm told that they will leave again for their last holiday weekend before they must return to reality, I've noticed that They are back. The purse-carrying, makeup encrusted, sparkly, flat-shoed people are back! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
Must...regain...control...
In other news, foreigners who move to Brooklyn are really lovely, and I am extremely grateful to them :)
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4 comments:
LOL cute
I thought "Catskills" was only a general locale, like "Europe" or "The Mediterranean." ;)
Catskill Mountains.
Catskills region.
You will never hear a real New Yorker talk about the Catskills--only The Moutains, The Country, or Upstate. :-P
Good luck dealing with the natives. If you need to, you can flee to my part of the world for a bit.
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