Spent another sunny Saturday in Brooklyn, where we attempted a trip to The Great GoogaMooga festival. Hate the name, but loved the idea — gourmet food stands, flowing alcoholic beverages, and live music in Prospect Park? My kinda sitch. But unfortunately, since none of us wanted to wait in a long line, to wait in another long line, to order a beer, we decided to venture elsewhere. Mooga or no Mooga, I am always game for an excuse to throw on a gauzy dress and a sunhat.