In Prospect Park, Love R00lz

WE ARE NOT ALWAYS FULL OF MEAN.  Well, usually we are.  But not always.  Case in point, this OMGZ 2 KEWT story about the above, blurry couple that FIPS reader Felicia was lovely enough to send in to us:

Love is alive and hopeful in Prospect Park.  On August 4, I was sitting on a blanket near the tennis house at around 3:30 p.m.  My 6-year-old climbed a nearby tree (yes, I breed).  The piercing voice of an older woman yelping on her cell interrupted my bliss.  She had a cliche wicker picnic basket and was sitting on a blanket under some trees.  It sounded as though she had been stood up.  "I'm HERE!  Right in FRONT of the TENNIS HOUSE?!  WHERE ARE YOU" ...then she scampered passed me.   She turned to me about to explode from some emotion that I couldn't detect.   She said to me "MY SON IS ABOUT TO PROPOSE TO HIS GIRLFRIEND OFF THREE YEARS!"  I'm all about love stories so I engaged (pun intended) her in conversation and found out the couple met at the tennis house three years ago at an event...After this devisor of sneaky engagements scurried off, I watched the proposal, the shock, the hugs, kisses, the popping of champagne and then I left my kid up in a tree to race over, congratulate them and offer to take photos.  I took a bunch of shots...They were as happy as bugs in a rug (not bedbugs!).  I could hear my son screaming in the distance, "Help, Ma, I can't get down from the tree!", so I took a bunch more pics, shook hands with them, hoping I wouldn't be spending the rest of the afternoon at Methodist's emergency room.  It wouldn't be the first time.

She ends her email by saying,

Wonder if the couple will stay in the hood to spawn, filling up valuable PS 107 & 321 slots.

We like how you think, Felicia.

FIPS wants to extend our congrats to the happy couple, wherever they are in the Park Slope ether.  May you leave your commingled DNA in a tree one day, too.

The Day That GoGo Gowanus Beat Us at Our Own Game

In response to our "Fuck You York" post, we got this hilarious photo from one of our favorite commenters, GoGo Gowanus. 

Yeah!  Fuck you, FIPS!  Right in your fucking face!

BREAKING: The Gate Is Now A "No Stroller Zone" on Weekends (Also, We Officially Love The Gate)

photo via @meganlibrarian

So true: we've bitched about The Gate before, but those days are OVER folks. The Gate now joins Double Windsor as an officially FIPS endorsed bar.

For anyone keeping track, we started to change our tune during the whole Walter fundraiser sitch back in April--but this shit puts The Gate over the top:

Sorry

NO STROLLERS FRIDAY THRU SUNDAY & HOLIDAYS

Sorry Friends, owing to severe stroller and chair overcrowding as of late, we are now enforcing a NO STROLLER policy on WEEKENDS & HOLIDAYS at The Gate

And no, ppl: the caps and underlines are NOT ours. Nice try.

So, no strollers + Walter fundraiser + they let us bring Ollie there and drink = WE FUCKING LOVE THE GATE.

Take note.

[sidenote: we should get some fucking window decals like Yelp, but instead they'll say FIPS ENDORSED].

(via Brooklynian)

Park Slope on Flickr

Sometimes I like to search "Park Slope" on Flickr and see what I get.

Here's some clever marketing, uploaded by Megan the Librarian, from some dude who's trying to sell his car: QUIT THE FOOD COOP!

This next one freaked my ass out...and apparently everyone else who saw it judging by the "WTF DUDE!?" comments. Needless to say, the title doesn't offer any comfort: Last Day in Park Slope. I clicked on over to the dude's blog and found out this was actually a bus that caught on fire acrosss the street from his apartment.

I found this amazing needlepoint that Florence Wang did of Park Slope Brownstones...someone should buy this shit pronto from her Etsy shop.

Bow down to it: Bagel Hole (from JillySP):

More Park Slope Flickr delish-ush-ness here.

New York Magazine: We Demand A Retraction

Nate Silver, a statistician known for his uncanny accuracy, has apparently declared Park Slope to be the #1 neighborhood in all of NYC in this week's New York Magazine, just behind the Lower East Side, Sunnyside, Queens and fucking Greenpoint, for chrissakes.

Nabes, according to the Daily News, were evaluated according to "a complicated statistical formula that factors in everything from diversity to safety to nightlife, giving housing affordability more weight than any other category."

I'm telling you now: THIS WILL NOT STAND.

Isn't this place already overrun with enough assholes? Now we need to worry about a new wave of assholes who are probably packing up to move here right now because of this new designation alone? 

Need I remind you, New York Magazine: WE ARE AN OFFICIALLY RECOGNIZED TOXIC WASTE ZONE. We are home to some of the most sanctimonious people in the known universe. We shut down disgracefully early. We are overpriced and full of ourselves. You can't count on your favorite coffee joint being open on a Saturday morning because the staff may stage a mass walkout. As one lifer told me last week, "we got no pulse anymore." In short, we are despicable in so many ways I've lost count, so please, PLEASE: don't move here!

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