My Life, the Movie

The other day I decided to walk home via Riverside Park. It was my first time, and I quite enjoyed the leisurely stroll down the tree-lined sidewalks. However, next time I'll definitely wear more practical shoes for my 3-mile jaunts.

Anyway, the story goes like this. Right as I meandered past the 91st Street Garden, I swear I heard someone off in the distance yelling "Brinkley! Brinkley!" I didn't see Tom Hanks appear from behind a tree, but it was one of those split-second moments where I definitely felt like my life was a movie.

I'm sorry for all of the continued "You've Got Mail" references, but seriously, this entire movie takes place only a few blocks away from me. I love it.