Catch Me if You Can
|Wearing the shirt I gave him no less! Lots of grown-man love this guy.|
Arriving at the Taconic Outdoor Education Center, the lengthy self-introductions required for our massive group transitioned abruptly into strapping on safety harnesses to climb twenty-some feet in the air and traverse the trees on high wires!
|Up in the sky! It's a tired phrase!|
We finished up just in time for a bit of relaxation and a spot of lake boating, as a slight drizzle set in before dinner. Regrouping in the main lodge and cafeteria, the drizzle turned absolutely torrential while we ate safely inside. Our plans for outdoor marshmallow toasting and S'mores seemed dashed, when from out of nowhere a few members produced a plethora of board games! I was ecstatic. Often, if I'm lucky, it takes weeks to coax a few friends into finding time to play just a game or two, especially with some of the more obscure and time consuming games, but on this night, everyone happily joined in for several hours. Eventually the staff (I assume, I was busy playing "Total Rickall", or Catan) lit the fireplace, and we had our S'mores after all! This also coincided with festive quantities of alcohol, so later in the night factions broke off, our party dwindling to only a handful, who remained deep in conversations, rich with silly banter, until energy and refills ran dry.
In the morning, the skies had cleared up enough for a slightly wet, but otherwise leisurely hike around the lake. Our final hours were spent back in the main cabin, or knocking around a volleyball, while others returned to the lake for rowing who hadn't. And just like that, we were saying good again. The cabins were not the best, but I would have gladly suffered another sleep on one to double our time together.
Still, many friends returned to the city by train with me, and I was able to see a few more friends that night too, eating and drinking at Barcade in Chelsea with Jon and Zach (yes, the Jon and Zach). Incidentally, this was literally around the block from where a pressure cooker bomb went off less than two months later. My friends were in Jersey at the time and so, mercifully, unharmed.
My last night in New York, the exhaustion of day drinking, spicy wing eating at Blackbirds, bussing, training, and walking all over to see as many friends as possible was starting to take its toll. Exhausted, I took a hour long break... also known as a train from Queens to Brooklyn, where my friends You Bred Raptors? performed pure musical genius for a paltry Tuesday night crowd in a far-flung venue. Honestly, as unfortunate that their effort fell on so few ears, I will absolutely brag about it when they are winning Grammys, Emmys, and Academy Awards. Hell, if they have a rock opera musical in them, I wouldn't be the least surprised if they achieve the elusive EGOT!
|Click their name in the text above to hear what I'm talking about on their website. "Pre-historic Post-Rock" brilliance!|
I also took more photos on my smartphone, but I will spare you the slide show. These were taken on my Nikon DSLR.
I have so much more planned. If you thought this trip sounded jam-packed, I just spent 10 days covering a couple months worth of tourism in Japan, which I will be writing about here, and in ChopsticksNY. I also have a new periodical planned, tentatively titled, "What High Schools Should Teach" alternatively, "A More Helpful Version of Seventeen Magazine". I think you get the picture. This will be an ongoing project with multiple posts. Chime in if you have a better name!