After slipping out of my day job for what I considered early enough to get to the C&G summer outing on time, got me to Chelsea Piers about 30 minutes late. No worries, as I still had time to master the art of my golf swing in just about 15 minutes with a pro. I'm a force to be reckoned with now, watch your back, Mickelson!
Next, in order to prevent re-injuring my still not 100% right elbow, I took on left-handed bowling, mastered that too beating Vinoo with a whopping score of 85. I was on fire! Be very afraid, Walter Ray Williams Jr. (I'll admit it, I had to look that one up).
A quick shower and we were off to chow down at the Sunset Terrace with some old and new friends from my former 9-5 home. Spectacular view, and great entertainment by the Charles Soule band, featuring (not all at once) Harvey, Steve, Ellen, Issy, Natalie and Tiffany (hope I didn't miss anyone). Enjoyed nice conversation with gracious hosts Mark and Larry, on their big day. ;)
Later, us "cool" kids headed over to the Half King Bar for a nightcap, snacks and somewhat incoherent dialogue....oh, and night in a bar wouldn't be complete w/o me volunteering a well-needed back rub.
I was happy to get a cab quite quickly on 10th Avenue, and I didn't even have to trick the driver to let me in before telling him I was headed to Queens. I looked to take note of his hack license, as I do, only to realize it had been removed (obviously it wasn't his taxi)...hmmm..."Where are you from?" I ask, to at least get some details to give the cops should the need arise. "Ghana" he answers...to which I (perhaps premature to my safe arrival at home) reply "I'm sorry, I cannot be your friend because your team knocked the US out of the last two World Cups." The silence induced by my response made the rest of the ride slightly awkward, however safe (and quite quick) arrival home was evidence that he had more class than I did when it came to discussing soccer in the wee hours of the morning.
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