{"id":7625,"date":"2011-07-05T17:40:08","date_gmt":"2011-07-05T21:40:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.opticality.com\/blog\/?p=7625"},"modified":"2011-07-05T18:16:19","modified_gmt":"2011-07-05T22:16:19","slug":"another-amazing-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/opticality.com\/blog\/2011\/07\/05\/another-amazing-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"Another Amazing Weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"

This was our third consecutive weekend hosting out-of-town visitors. Since the last two were fantastic, the bar was set high for this one. Don\u2019t worry, we cleared it.<\/p>\n

When our friends (parents of our godchildren and our closest friends for nearly 30 years!) asked whether this weekend would be a good one for them to come up from VA, the automatic answer was of course<\/strong>! The only (minor) complication was our unmovable commitment to attending four sets of music on Saturday night.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve already written about the music separately, but since this is a post about the entire weekend, I\u2019ll link them here again. Rebecca Haviland<\/a>: covered here<\/a>. Matt Simons<\/a>: covered here<\/a>. Sierra Noble<\/a>: covered here<\/a>. Chris Ayer<\/a>: covered here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

We had a small scare before everything got rolling. Our friends called from the airport to say that there was a mechanical problem on the plane. While it was (theoretically) simple to fix, they didn\u2019t know how long it would take the mechanic to show up. There was a chance that they wouldn\u2019t even get out that night (Friday, July 1st).<\/p>\n

That\u2019s exactly how the first of these three weekends began, with David and Rebecca (their son and daughter-in-law) not getting out until the next morning! This case turned out differently. Not 15 minutes later they called back to say they were boarding. I\u2019m guessing the mechanic was on a smoke break. \"Winking<\/p>\n

Shortly after they arrived at the apartment, nine of us (counting a 2-year-old as a full person<\/em>) \"Winking walked up to the Peking Duck House<\/a> for dinner. It\u2019s been a while since we\u2019ve been there (a minor crime against humanity). We had been talking about our need to correct that for the past two weeks, so this worked out perfectly.<\/p>\n

\"PekingDuckHouseTable\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The meal was perfect<\/strong>. I never doubted it would be, but I report it here for the record.<\/p>\n

\"PekingDuckHouseFood\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"PekingDuckHouse\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Given our music-filled night, we decided that Saturday would be a day of rest for us (conserving our energy). The parents, their daughter and son-in-law went to the Doughnut Plant<\/a> (the site currently lists a Lower East Side address only, but there is one at 220 W. 23rd St. as well, which is where they went). Afterward, they walked the Highline Park<\/a>.<\/p>\n

They headed over to Broadway to see How to Succeed in Business<\/a>. All four of them said it was terrific and they were sure both of us would love it. Something to add to the list. \"Smile\"<\/p>\n

The six of us had a wonderful dinner at El Rio Grande<\/a> (our favorite Mexican restaurant). In a complete shock, we bumped into a few good friends who were dining there outside. We were seated inside (our choice) on the other side of the window from them. Even though our chats with them were brief (before our meal and after theirs), it was a special delight.<\/p>\n

After nearly falling asleep (due to the amazing frozen margaritas), I somehow gathered myself for the epic night of music and easily made it all the way through! I don\u2019t know what the others did, but I wouldn\u2019t be surprised to find out they didn\u2019t fight the feeling of sleep and succumbed to it. \"Winking<\/p>\n

On Sunday morning the four of them attended Church services at Redeemer<\/a>. They spent some time at the Cooper Hewitt Museum then returned to the apartment to relax a bit. This week is both our and Laura and Chris\u2019 anniversaries. We decided to celebrate at the Old Homestead<\/a> steakhouse. All six of us couldn\u2019t stop raving about the meal afterward. At least three (perhaps as many as five) counted this meal (and therefore this restaurant) as their favorite steakhouse meal (that includes Lois saying that her Lobster was the best she\u2019s ever had).<\/p>\n

\"OldHomestead\"<\/a>\"OldHomesteadTable\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I loved my meal (thoroughly), but I admitted (out loud) that The Palm<\/a> is still my favorite. I promise not to complain or hesitate to return to the Old Homestead though, should anyone suggest it again. \"Smile\"<\/p>\n

After dinner, we all wanted (and needed) to walk off the calories (please don\u2019t make me estimate the full damage). We walked the super-long block from the restaurant to the 14th Street entrance to the Highline Park. This was my first time seeing it in person. We walked from 14th St. until the end, currently 30th St. It\u2019s spectacular. I highly recommend making the effort to get there, whether you\u2019re a New Yorker or an out-of-towner here on a visit.<\/p>\n

\"HighlinePark\"<\/a><\/p>\n

We collapsed when we got back to the apartment (well, at least Lois and I collapsed, the others may have gone dancing for all I know).<\/p>\n

On Monday morning (the venerable July 4th), Chris and I went for a long walk. When we\u2019re in the city, I typically take long walks for exercise. For me, that means somewhere between five and eight miles, depending on my mood and my schedule. I do it 2-3 times a week, if I have the time. Amazingly, blogging is often the cause of me not<\/strong> having the time to walk. The things we do for our readers\u2026 \"Winking<\/p>\n

Few of you who read this know Chris. He served six years in the Navy and remains in amazing shape by regularly working out. My only hesitation in walking with him, ever, is that he can keep up a grueling pace forever. He can walk backward, faster than I walk forward, and keep it up seemingly forever as well. I negotiated through an intermediary (Laura) that he would drop the drill-sergeant routine this time.<\/p>\n

When we got to the Brooklyn Bridge (typically as far as I\u2019d walk), that marked the 3.9 mile point. That would be just under an eight mile walk if we turned around. Chris looked at me and asked if I\u2019d walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. I told him it had been over 30 years since I\u2019d done that, but I was game. Instead, he suggested we just keep trucking further from the apartment. It had been a year since I\u2019d done the loop I knew we were now committing to, but I (happily) agreed.<\/p>\n

We continued south, past the Seaport, on to the Staten Island Ferry, where we headed north up the west side. At 34th Street we started the long trek over to the east side. When we arrived at the apartment, Chris was fresh as a daisy. I was a puddle of sweat who dreamt only of removing my sneakers from my feet. Total distance: 11.36 miles (I wear a Garmin Forerunner 305 GPS watch that they all bought me for my birthday a couple of years ago). Total time was 3:14, but that included a stop in the World Financial Center to check out the progress at Ground Zero.<\/p>\n

After a nice lunch out (Euro Diner<\/a> if you\u2019re keeping score) we veg\u2019ed out all afternoon (I might have even slept a bit, shhh). All of that was to prepare for attending a July 4th party.<\/p>\n

Up until three years ago, we used to host an annual 4th of July party on our deck. We had pretty good views of the Macy\u2019s Fireworks when they had them on East River. This is the third year in a row that they were on the Hudson instead and we had no plans to fight the crowds to try and see them.<\/p>\n

On Friday, we received an invitation to a party that claimed to have a spectacular view of the fireworks. Under normal circumstances, we would have said yes in a heartbeat, but we would have been adding four strangers to the party list, which felt wrong on our part. I politely declined, explaining why.<\/p>\n

In a I\u2019m not taking No for an answer<\/em> reply, our host told us to bring our guests along. I only had one No in me, so this time I said Yes! We negotiated on what we could bring and settled on Sushi.<\/p>\n

What a great plan, until we found out that our go-to Sushi restaurant was closed all weekend. Our backup Sushi place (also exceptional) was going to be closed on Monday as well. In a twist of fate (actually two twists), the first place was clearly marked as being closed all weekend. The backup place hadn\u2019t updated their sign, so when Lois went in, she thought they\u2019d be open on Monday.<\/p>\n

Hiroshi Sushi<\/a> is across the street from our apartment. I filled in our order before Lois walked over. When she started to say what time she wanted the order ready by, she found out that they were closed on Monday. As she was turning to leave, the person she was talking to called her back.<\/p>\n

He told her that he remembered us from years earlier when we used to come in all the time with Lois\u2019 mother to their former Japanese Restaurant (a few doors down, now closed for probably eight years!). He was our waiter many of those times. He asked Lois if he could call the owner (and head chef), who was also involved in the other restaurant, to ask if he\u2019d come in just to prepare this order.<\/p>\n

20 minutes later he called us and said that the owner would happily do this for us. Wow<\/strong>, we were so grateful. The order was ready to be picked up at exactly 5pm (as promised) and was fantastic<\/strong> (as evidenced by the oohs and aahs of the partiers). I couldn\u2019t resist trying something called \u201cpeanut and avocado roll\u201d. Yummy doesn\u2019t even begin to describe it.<\/p>\n

We also brought a white pizza (for those who might not like Sushi). I had the first two slices (and didn\u2019t notice if anyone else did). Man, that was really good too. Finally, we brought a gigantic fresh fruit salad that was seemingly bottomless, but it got completely devoured (or so I heard), so it apparently had a bottom after all. That too was a big hit.<\/p>\n

\"Fruit\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On to the actual party (I have a tough time not talking or thinking about food though). \"Winking<\/p>\n

When we first arrived at our friend\u2019s apartment we were blown away by the view. But, he lives in a one bedroom (very high up) and we wondered how everyone would get to enjoy the fireworks while being crowded like sardines in the living room. Ah, I\u2019m so na\u00efve at times. That was never the plan.<\/p>\n

There was a friend of our friend, who lived 15 floors down (still quite high!). He has a much larger apartment, but more importantly, a massive deck, facing the Hudson River. The two of them decided to combine their parties. In an additional act of generosity, the second host (the friend of our friend), allowed an entire party of his next door neighbors to attend the viewing of the fireworks on his deck, when they were done with their meal (and drinking) on their adjacent (but not facing the river!) deck.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t need to describe the view or the fireworks to you. All of the photos above were taken by Lois, on her compact camera. She took a ton of photos last night too, but I don\u2019t need to share them.<\/p>\n

Our friend (Bob) from VA is a semi-professional photographer (with professional equipment). He set up his Nikon on a tripod and captured stunning photos. His daughter (Laura) is following in his footsteps. A few of her shots are included with his. Here\u2019s a representative sample (I\u2019m not compressing these photos, for those of you who want the full effect).<\/p>\n

\"Pier\"<\/a>\"Highway\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Sunset3\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks3\"<\/a>\"Fireworks4\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks6\"<\/a>\"Fireworks8\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks9\"<\/a>\"Fireworks10\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks11\"<\/a>\"Fireworks12\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks13\"<\/a>\"Fireworks15\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks17\"<\/a>\"Fireworks18\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks23\"<\/a>\"Fireworks27\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Fireworks30\"<\/a>\"Fireworks31\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Followed by the calm after the storm:<\/p>\n

\"Fireworks25\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Our friend (let\u2019s call him Host #1<\/a>) made two pitchers of exotic drinks. The first was green, looked like slime, and was called Key Lime Martini. The second was blue (and frothy) and had Blue Curacao, some coconut stuff and other secret ingredients. I tried the Key Lime first. It was amazing, but one sip was nearly lethal<\/strong>. I am putting my name on a list for when it\u2019s time for me to go, this is the way I\u2019d like to end it all. While I know at least two people who loved it, but purposely didn\u2019t finish theirs (for fear of expiring), I was brave and downed my entire glass.<\/p>\n

I later moved on to the Blue mixture. It tasted even better. So much so that I had a second glass (don\u2019t tell Lois!). It didn\u2019t feel as lethal, but for all I know, that\u2019s part of it\u2019s secret. I heard many people raving about this concoction (actually both). Our Host #1<\/a> can definitely fall back on Mixologist if his primary profession hits a brick wall. Wow!<\/p>\n

Host #2<\/a> is a fascinating person who couldn\u2019t have been kinder or more generous (as noted above). In fact, we met many friends of Host #1<\/a>, each one was a complete delight to converse with. Without a doubt, we\u2019ll be following up with a number of them!<\/p>\n

We had to walk a number of blocks before finding the first of the two cabs that got us home and a bit further for the second one.<\/p>\n

An absolutely incredible ending to an incredible weekend. I\u2019m no longer annoyed that the fireworks have moved to the west side. I\u2019ll need to be nice to Host #1<\/a> for the entire year, just in case Macy\u2019s decides to do it there again next year. It will be hard to keep up the fa\u00e7ade, but I\u2019ll do my best. \"Winking<\/p>\n

Thank you for including all six of us. It\u2019s a night we\u2019ll never forget!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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