Back to New Jack tonight with the girl. On the agenda? Lots of walking, lots of food, lots of me watching her try on clothes and stealing kisses in dressing rooms. Maybe a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, a red wine soaked lunch at Grimaldis, a stop into Jacques Torres. Afternoon beers at the High Line or take her somewhere swanky where she can slip into a little black dress and hold my hand and make me feel like a million bucks. Her family scored tickets to the Andrea Bocelli concert. I’ll hit the Columbus Circle whole foods for some feta and cornichons and lay in the park under the stars listening to Opera and sneaking her white wine out of my flask. She hates bowling, but what trip isn’t complete without a ?uestlove DJ set at Brooklyn Bowl. Or maybe her and I should create our own New York go to’s. Maybe instead of Roberta’s i’ll take her to Amorina. Instead of Boerum Hill, we’ll explore Vinegar Hill. Instead of Fort Greene we’ll go to Prospect Park. One thing’s for sure though: I’m taking shots of Jameson at the 4th Ave. Pub. That’s one tradition I just won’t let go of.