Summer of Sisters: The First Weekend. In which we learn that Coney Island is NOT in the Rockaways, and in fact is not even close. In which we learn that maybe Big Sister should listen to Little Sister every once in awhile (“the F train goes to Coney Island,” she repeated, to no avail). In which we drink our brunch and eat our dinners (lobster twice in two days, nothin’ but the best for this one). In which we spend lots of QT on the BK waterfront with ZoZo Pup, great friends, and another fabulous sister duo.

In which it’s only just begun….