Justine and I spent the evening of July fourth on the Moon Dance, a thirty-foot sailboat co-owned by our splendiferous publisher, Eloise Flood of Razorbill. We sailed down the Hudson from 79th, catching great city views as the sun went down, then watched the fireworks, drank beer, and grilled various things.
On the sailing end of things, Justine and I were pretty crap. As the NY Times said today, “There are few things more useless on a river than a novelist.” But I did do a bit of winching, which was well received by all.
I was going to photoblog the affair, but forgot to bring the camera. Fortunately, the Times has come to my rescue by running a photo taken from exactly our spot beside the Intrepid, looking across Manhattan toward the East River. (We also had an uninterrupted view down toward the Liberty Island explosions.)
Vincent Laforet/The New York Times
Needless to say, it was loads of fun and a great way to witness a familiar ritual from a new perspective.
On the way back uptown, we were attacked by the wakes of giant, millionaire-driven powerboats, which taught me three things:
1) 30-foot sailboats can roll over 45 degrees and still pop back up;
2) non-skid surfaces save lives;
3) millionaire powerboat owners are generally ass-hats.
But surviving made for a great workout. Thanks to Eloise, Ben, Brandi, and Andrew for a cracking good time.