The sun, Family, Free beer.. These are a few of my favorite things. This was my first real weekend in NYC without a parent around. And it was a good one.
So God being God, he worked things out so I got 3 weeks in NYC (Staten Island to be exact) for a “working” vacation. This trip was so perfectly timed. My first weekend was Memorial Day weekend. #3dayweekendsdontsuck. Saturday afternoon I caught the Staten Island ferry (currently one of my favorite things about New York City) to Manhattan. I met up with my sister, and we walked over to the world financial center. We grabbed some food at Southwest NY in the complex and just chilled and talked as the sun set on the Hudson River. An absolutely gorgeous sunset if I don’t say so..oh..u don’t believe me? Don’t take my word for it.
We spent the night reading [Her: Voltaire’s Candide & Me: The Alchemist: Paulo Coelho] while Phoenix played.
The next morning we woke up, did a mini-yoga session and grabbed flapjacks (yea I just wanted to be different) and omelets at the Coffee Bar in Union Square with Jessica. The food was cool but the time spent just relaxing was dope.
After breakfast we headed to Governors Island for a brew fest that Jessica told us was going down there. On the way onto the ferry we got the bad news that the brewing festival was SOLD OUT. We were crushed because..
1. It was hot as Hades
2. It was hot as Hell
But we decided to swing by Governors Island neee-ways, mainly because Keeks hadn’t rode the ferry before and neither of us had gotten the chance to visit Governors Island. So we hopped on the terminally-ill-social-security-recipient-driven -slow ferry which didn’t help the heat. Really, I feel like Jesus could have walked past us if he was out on the river that day. We finally arrived and we were walking around Governors Island enjoying the shade where we could find it and just about to give up and go home because the Sun had obviously decided to relocate to 3 feet away from the earth, when suddenly God intervened.
An angel was walking by, and happened to look up and see us. She must have seen the sweat dripping from our elbows or maybe she just noted that we were beer drinkers by the brewski (yea.. brewski) we were sharing because she stopped us and asked if we were interested in some free drink tickets as she and her fiancé/boyfriend/husband were about to leave.
Kiki tackled the lady while I snatched the tickets and we ran for the festival which was thankfully just over a hill and through a clearing.
We arrived at the festival right on time – the final pour was in like 15 minutes. We gave the finger to drink Nazi who was checking for wristbands and we found a way to exchange our drink tickets for liquid gold and found a spot in the shade.
Kiki proceeded to try to down a whole cup of pale ale by herself. Bad decision. Lol. After we finished as much of our beer as we could we bolted to the ferry to try to beat the crowd back…FAIL. lol.
The line was long as Methuselah’s hair.
The line was so long and the sun so enthusiastic that people started pressuring security until they finally buckled and let everybody onto the ferry, at which point the crowd cheered like we had been liberated from a concentration camp by the allied forces.
By this time me and keeks were exhausted from the sun and pleasantly tired from a gallivanting around the island. We decided to call it day.
But what a day it was.