I'm an officer in one of the prominent groups in New York for folks in my profession. I had taken Friday off, so Marc and I could enjoy Thursday night (our anniversary) and sleep in on Friday. Still, being so involved in the aforementioned group, I couldn't very well skip a function we had scheduled for Friday night.
As nice as the event might be, the idea of dressing up and heading into Manhattan on a day off wasn't ideal. Oh well, no use fighting it. The best part was that Marc was going to come along. So off we went to the train, Marc, me and our little Canon Elph...
Marc checked in with the office while we waited for our train.
The occasional passing train made it hard for him to talk.
This bird kept an eye on us. I think it's a bald eagle. :)
Here comes the train again.
The view from my seat.
Okay, here's a better view.
The sunlight shows the damage to this window. I have to wonder what it took to do this. These train windows are tough. I once read that federal regulations require them to be bulletproof (and what horrific incident led to that requirement?).
Walking through Penn Station to the 8th Avenue side.
This is where we were headed--Chelsea Brewing Company at Chelsea Piers.
This building was across the street. I don't know what it is, but it's interesting.
The way it's set up, people can drive in. There's covered parking. We walked in. This is the entrance to Chelsea Brewing Company, where the event was being held.
We were too early, so we looked for a way to kill some time. Fortunately, there are tons of choices at Chelsea Piers.
We decided to do some bowling.
It's an impressive looking bowling alley.
Everything's brightly colored, but they'd do better to keep the balls, floors, etc., nice and clean. The floors were slick, and I nearly broke my neck once or twice.
On a positive note, I got my highest score ever. The sad part is that's only a 157. I suppose that comes from only bowling once or twice a year!
The view out entrance is nice, though.
Actually, the view from Chelsea Brewing Company is pretty nice. The event was fun, too...
They even have a facility for golfing at Chelsea Piers.
When we left, we saw that something bad had happened out front. As much as we like looking at the boys from the FDNY (although some of them are a little rough looking!), we couldn't be bothered to go be nosey at that point.
Here's a closer shot, thanks to the Elph's digital zoom.
Back on the train. I took this shot, in case anyone feels the need to learn what to do in the event of an emergency on a Long Island Railroad train. :)
Next, a quick stop at Borders, before they close. Think Marc's a little too tired for this?
There was a long line, but they couldn't be bothered with opening more than one register until it got to be about 10 people waiting.
One last stop before going home: the lovely local 7-11.
We live exciting lives, don't we? ;)