ahoy!

captain redbeard.

aka dad.

us coastguard.

no idea when/where cause he doesn't talk about that part of his life.

go for drinks after work. farewell cocktails for one of my favorite coworkers. eat horrible food. drink a few magners. (prep for ire?) good music, awful clientele. not as well attended as it should've been. especially by the powers that be.

decide to walk off the fried food. wind my way through the tourists that are still out in full force taking pictures. get asked to take a photo of a young couple in front of a fountain. (ipod headphones mean nothing these days.) i oblige. 

then i run into my first batch of sailors. fleet week. vaguely remember seeing posters in the rockefeller center stop. these guys are, of course, around my sister's age. 

i'm headed to the west village, my sister's work, where she's holding my keys hostage. there are even more once i get to the west village. every girl who walks by is getting hit on.

boys, i have only one sailor in my life. now and forever. (see photo above.) and he's a fucking handful!