Repeat?

Governor's Island was a fail last weekend and with Beku in tow, I started to sweat being a bad hostess. So we hopped on the water taxi instead and I ran to the top deck to get us seats because, per this picture, the skies were immaculate. I secured a bench and waited for Jas, Emily and Becca to come up with our tickets, but as we pushed off from the dock, none of my fellow weekend warriors had joined me. Within seconds of eachother, texts rolled in from said missing peoples complaining that they weren't allowed on the upper deck because it was too full. As the boat ventured north up the East River, through the postcard-esque day, I snapped shots of the city solo and I thought about Alexander Supertramp's revelation as he lay dying in a school bus in Alaska: Happiness is only real when shared.

BUT THEN! The deck hand noticed I was all alone and came over to me and asked me, "are those your friends down stairs?" I pathetically began to answer, 'yesssss,' when he demanded I invite them up. I put in a call to Becca to deliver the good news and the deck hand snatched my phone from me and ordered Becca et. al upstairs stat. The afternoon had just been rescued!

See???? Look at this happy bunny!! Beku, I miss you!!