The circle of friends, all in starter jobs and trying to juggle the commitments of their jobs, tried to meet up at least one night a month, knowing it was small things like these get-togethers that made the city better.
The gathering always took place beside the Brooklyn Bridge, at a restaurant between the old coffee barge that hosted chamber music and the busy lobster-roll shack that was a haven for hungry sea gulls ransacking the tower of food trash.
Just as the table chatter turned to league football, a tiki-bar boat full of baseball fans dancing on deck with Mr. and Mrs. Met blasted by at top volume. “That’s enough to make normal people think they were seeing things,” said Sean.
“’Tis,” said Brendan. “The East River may lack the stoic charm of the sea but you can’t beat it for the entertainment.”
The circle of friends, all in starter jobs and trying to juggle the commitments of their jobs, tried to meet up at least one night a month, knowing it was small things like these get-togethers that made the city better.
The gathering always took place beside the Brooklyn Bridge, at a restaurant between the old coffee barge that hosted chamber music and the busy lobster-roll shack that was a haven for hungry sea gulls ransacking the tower of food trash.
Just as the table chatter turned to league football, a tiki-bar boat full of baseball fans dancing on deck with Mr. and Mrs. Met blasted by at top volume. “That’s enough to make normal people think they were seeing things,” said Sean.
“’Tis,” said Brendan. “The East River may lack the stoic charm of the sea but you can’t beat it for the entertainment.”
The circle of friends, all in starter jobs and trying to juggle the commitments of their jobs, tried to meet up at least one night a month, knowing it was small things like these get-togethers that made the city better.
The gathering always took place beside the Brooklyn Bridge, at a restaurant between the old coffee barge that hosted chamber music and the busy lobster-roll shack that was a haven for hungry sea gulls ransacking the tower of food trash.
Just as the table chatter turned to league football, a tiki-bar boat full of baseball fans dancing on deck with Mr. and Mrs. Met blasted by at top volume. “That’s enough to make normal people think they were seeing things,” said Sean.
“’Tis,” said Brendan. “The East River may lack the stoic charm of the sea but you can’t beat it for the entertainment.”
Source: Elections - nytimes.com
