Johnny.

"...but only the sound of the electric train that she boarded reached my upright ears.

I, and probably she too, this world...I think we like it."

Picnic in Prospect Park.



















This picnic has been brought to you by First Aid Pocket & Purse Personal Pak.

Danny Boyle.

Bowling with Jimmy, Joe, Denise, Priscilla, and Charlito.



We begin the night at McAnn's. Yes, it's in the Port Authority bus terminal. Worst mozzarella sticks EVER.



Come on everybody, 'gather round,
I'm gonna show you how to knock 'em down.
When I'm on the ball, I'm the number one
And I'm gonna show you how it's done!



Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rock-'n-roll!
Hey, come on, let's get this show on the road.
Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rock-'n-roll!
We're sittin' on a bomb that's about to expl-o-o-o-de...



We're gonna score tonight! We're gonna score tonight!
If you're lookin' for a fight, then the time is right,
We're gonna wipe the floor with you tonight.



We're gonna score tonight! We're gonna score tonight!
We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll,
We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl.
We're gonna score, score, score, score, sc-o-o-o-re tonight!















"Hey Paulette! Take a look over here!
I'm your kingpin, honey, and I'm gettin' in gear!"
"Hey Johnny, Johnny! Go bowl that strike,
And I just might be your baby tonight!"

Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rock-'n-roll!
Hey, come on, let's get this show on the road!
Let's bowl, let's bowl, let's rock-'n-roll!
'Cause the stakes are high, and the winner takes all!



We're gonna score tonight! We're gonna score tonight!
Don't get sore when you lose tonight,
We're gonna show you how to do it right.
We're gonna score tonight, we're gonna score tonight.
We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll,
We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl.
We're gonna score, score, score, score, sc-o-o-o-re tonight!

Governors Island.

Bar research with Dagfinn, trying to find a suitable location for his birthday (which I'm gonna miss this year). This takes us to Sugar Lounge in the Columbia Waterfront area of Brooklyn.





Check out Mister King of the Castle there.





A couple calls. Plans canceled. Unexpected visitors. Dumplings and chicken fingers and happy hour hefeweizen. Who said it? Whose foul mouth actually uttered aloud the words, "I don't want to take pictures of houses burning down, I want to take pictures of men fellating each other"? Guesses in the comments, please.