I feel like another record scratch is in order. Our revised sail plan had us departing on Monday, October 8th. And then another shakedown cruise proved that our electrics weren’t working, namely our spreader lights, steaming lights, WiFi extender and a few little odds and ends elsewhere. So, we called Tony, our electrician, who was on a fishing trip in Montauk and due back no earlier than Friday, despite our pleas. So, it looks like we’ll need to wait until after Friday when Tony can get back on board and do some magic (i.e. leave us with more things working than not).
Talk about a let-down.
It’s especially a bummer because we just said all our dramatic good-byes last week. We waited until we knew for sure the boat was ready (we thought we were sure) to tell everyone we knew, and then we finally announced to all our employees that we were leaving for good, which up until then was only known by the directors of our companies (they’ve been preparing for this moment for a year now).
And then I realized that we didn’t actually have time to get around and see everyone to properly say our good-byes. So, in my usual last-minute fashion, last Thursday I sent out an impromptu email and Facebook invitation to say that we were throwing together a good-bye party of sorts the next evening after work at The Hideaway, our boat’s namesake bar in TriBeCa.
The Hideaway was our local after-work bar for 4 years when Ryan and I lived in the apartment building across from it, building our business in that neighborhood. Let’s just say, first of all, that building a business is very stressful. Because of that, over the course of those four years, we probably single-handedly kept The Hideaway in business. Hey, it’s all about going local, right?! But, other than the outlines of our bums being permanently imprinted on its barstools, The Hideaway is also very important to us because it’s the bar where we got our friend Rich drunk enough to agree to buy a boat with us. So, the bar has a bit of history, and therefore seemed like the perfect place to gather for some final shenanigans.
The turnout was humbling…so many incredible people from our six-year history in New York came out to reminisce and say their good-byes: my very first New York City friends from the Peace Corps Fellows Master’s degree program I did at Columbia University (which was what brought us to NYC in the first place), Ryan’s Gotham Rugby teammates, running friends, some employees, some ex-students and just the most lovely, lively, positive combination of people in the whole of the New York City five boroughs, for sure.
It was an incredibly nostalgic night and the perfect send-off…even if some of it will only be remembered in photos. But what great photos they are! Below are some highlights of the night in print… I think my favorites are my friend Katie Delavaughn’s photos of the end of the night outside on the streets (after the surly bartenders kicked us out). That night will forever make me miss New York City and the people who make it great.
On the other hand, I won’t miss working long days in Manhattan, leaving the office at 10 pm to catch a train from Penn Station to Port Washington, sometimes hopping on my bike or in a taxi to get to the marina where we tie up our dinghy, then dragging the dinghy into the water to then motor from the marina to Hideaway, often running out of fuel along the way, and then finally climbing aboard around midnight to sit down, throw back a glass of wine and then crawl into bed for a brief night’s sleep before getting up in the morning to hop in the dinghy and head back to Manhattan to do it all over again. I will not miss that.
But I will miss these people. They’re the ones who’ve made New York City a home to us. Thank you, guys. You know exactly who you are.