|The Staten Island Ferry - It's free and everyone gets a ride!|
The following email was written to me by one of this blog's readers, and I had to share. Thanks for reading, Allie!
(As for me, I've only been on the Staten Island Ferry once. I was alone, and it was coming back from a birthday party that was held as far away from the homes of the majority of the guests as possible. My hunch is it was the hostess' way of trying to trap me there and make it my home borough. I managed to escape via a tiny little train that was a lot like the NYC subway (without being physically connected to NYC, apparently Staten Island is technically part of NYC). Said train took me to said ferry. Said ferry took me past Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty to Battery Park. From there I took the subway back to the most normal place I'd been all day: Queens. God, help me.)
From: Allie J.
To: Jordan Knol
Date: Tue, Apr 5, 2011 at 3:59 PM
I was on my way home from the bar on Saturday night. I caught the 4:30am ferry to Staten Island (which was packed of course - children, weirdos, loud, drunk Staten Island Guidos/Guidettes).
As I was walking to a seat with my group of friends, I noticed an old friend/coworker from a few years ago. She wasn't alone though, she was sitting next to this guy - very cozy with him, maybe even holding hands (I wasn't 100% on this at the time because it was 4:30am after a night at the bar...) - who I quickly realized was someone other than her husband (at the time I forgot she was married and just thought to myself 'oh her and her boyfriend must have broken up').
So I proceed to say hello and act all happy to see her and we start catching up and she introduces the guy next to her as her friend (no big deal)... After about 4 minutes, you can cut the tension with a butter knife. I, however, lacked the ability to stop talking since I was slightly intoxicated and continued to talk to her the entire 25 minute ferry ride from NYC to Staten Island - Awkward Turtle.
The ferry docks and we say our goodbyes and when we get out of earshot, I tell my boyfriend what just happened and how awkward this whole situation was. I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt - maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed and she just felt like it could look bad if taken out of context. Ten minutes later I completely forget about this whole ordeal anyway.
Well, at about 4:00pm the next day, my memory is refreshed with a Facebook message from her saying that it was an old friend from way back when, and her husband didn't know she was out with him... oh, and:
"Don't say anything to anyone, please."