Timon's Birthday Week Extravaganza Pt 2

Wednesday was spent recovering from the party and from a long week of work. We slept super late and did very little. There were thoughts of attending the Pier 70 open air screening of The Birds but ultimately we stayed in and watched Ugly Americans, True Blood and whatever other TV series we're in the middle of. On Thursday, Timon's actual birthday, we feasted on a birthday brunch of bacon and eggs and mosied down to the Lower East Side to meet Scott at Mole (pronounced Molay but my keyboard doesn't have that doover over the e). Having spent the afternoon meeting with the big boss Scott was eager to share that he had liberated himself from Jack's and served his two weeks notice. He also suggested that I take over in his place, but for now that story can wait. We greedily scoffed fish tacos, lamb tacos and endless margaritas under an ineffectual ceiling fan. It's amazing how much one can miss a protein - lamb is scarce in this country, at least in the restaurants we can afford, and just for a second I dreamt of my mum's roast lamb, sigh, yum. When we were absolutely fully loaded on tequila and corn chips we hustled our way to the East Side docks.

It should be noted that on this particular day we were subject to three completely brain-dead taxi drivers. It boggles the mind how, especially in this city of grids, taxi drivers plead ignorance of locations and drive you half way around the world in the quest for a bigger fare. So frustrating.

At the docks we joined a rather large group of potential ship mates. There were plenty of after-workers, dressed in neat professional attire standing beside a raft (ha!) of slutty pimped out folk. We waited and waited for our ship to be called and joined the line for this Lake Wendouree-looking double decker ferry. I should mention now that I purchased night cruise tickets on the East River for Timon and I on his birthday. We rejected the loud and neon-lit dance floor level for the outdoor seating with water view. Most people (and it turned out we got the after-work professional types) gathered together and ignored the water so we scored a secluded part of the deck and enjoyed magnificent views of the Statue of Liberty at night. The cruise was a 3 hour roundtrip and we were both more than ready to jump off at the end. The city lights were sparkling but the crowd was rowdy and drinks expensive. Another deluded cab-driver took us home and we crashed out, surrounded by kittens.