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Ship’s Log 6.20 NYC

So a lot less to report today! Beautiful ride up the coast, dolphins leaping at our bow, colorful umbrellas on the beaches in the distance. Picked up two cellophane balloons out of the water (c’mon peeps). One was a gold star and the other was #1 Dad, both right on point. Everyone gets a gold star for their good spirits and the 2nd balloon landed in very deserving hands on Father's Day.

The boat is running perfectly. The children are excited for an NYC visit, and I am busy putting our new batteries in doggy sweaters and feeding them treats. Not exactly, but I might baby talk them a little during the morning connection check. Who’s a good boy...

We get a slip in the city at 79th Street Basin, and the dockhand is from Charleston no less. Wm has asked Mason and Meade to plan our activities so off we go to the LEGO store and Zara (no judgement please). Of course, we split up with the girls heading to Soho and the guys heading to Union Square. Apparently, rats have taken over Union Square but the boys enjoy the show. Meade and I have a blast strolling through Soho and up to West Village. The city feels vibrant and appears to be back in business, judging by the line wrapping around the block for the Nike store. What in the world is in there??

We meet the guys for dinner at Market Table on Carmine St. The children have requested casual and good. The sidewalk table and scrumptious food fit the bill nicely. They do request that we have more meals on the boat. Wm and I are fairly confident this desire won’t last long but are thrilled they are enjoying boat time and want more of it. Even with some hiccups, it truly is a blast.

We Uber back to Fine Time and tuck in for the night, dreaming of sugar plums and the man with devil horn implants who strolled by earlier. Hope he doesn’t want to play peekaboo in our windows later. It’s good to be back in the City.


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