We love weddings and staycations; even better together
A buddy of mine that’s made a number of appearances in this blog over the years under another name got married this past weekend downtown.
The wife and I decided to book a hotel downtown a while ago so that we could have a staycation. But we were worried after the storm hit that the Hilton Doubletree downtown might be damaged so we called and they said everything was fine.
We found out later that this was only partly true.
Getting around downtown with a cane and a buncha bags wasn’t easy, and there was definitely a strong odor of gas/anti-freeze/oil in the air. Everywhere we went, there were ConEd workers and pumps chugging along. Piles and piles of rubbish everywhere.
But we made it to our hotel in one piece.
The thing that was partly true about the hotel was that only two of the three elevators were working. We didn’t think that was going to be a big deal but it ended up meaning long waits for everything.
Me with a cane meant that we couldn’t take the stair so it was a whole lotta hurry up and wait.
We decided to just stay in the hotel for dinner and I ordered myself fried chicken with waffles before crashing.
The next morning, we ordered some breakfast and then went out for a walk. Downtown is really completely different from rest of the city in that it’s streets are a lot like Boston or Philly because of this massive fire in 1776.
We couldn’t believe how much the water rose during the hurricane.
But it was a sunny, if not cold, day so the city looked like it was getting back to normal.
We then went over to Battery Gardens where we sat for a Jewish ceremony complete with my Asian buddy smashing glass at the end and getting hoisted up on a chair.
Saw a number of old friends that I’d not seen in a while.
Also, isn’t it funny when you find out that you have a friend in common with people that you didn’t know knew the same people? That seems to happen more and more these days.
The guy with the shaved head below insisted on getting me food while I sat and nursed my leg – what a mensch! Between him and my wife, I pretty much just sat back and received food and drink. That’s the way to live, my friends.
I’m leaning on a cane below; I wanted one with a silver handle and a fur hat for the festive occasion but the wife put a stop to that idea.
She ruins all my great ideas.
The next day, took almost half-an-hour for the elevator to arrive but we made it home soon enough. Spent the rest of the day nursing my leg; the trip home wiped me out.
Life is slowly getting back to normal for us as well. As it were.
Me: Morning, honey. Oh shoot, I’ve got to call that chicken farmer this morning.
Her: Morning. Wait, what?
Location: planning a trip to an industrial farm
Music: But someone picked you from the bunch
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