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    Chocolate-Covered Sunset

     

    Celebrating our 14th Anniversary, we walk back to Battery Park Pier after visiting the 9/11 Memorial, lingering emotions settle like seeds blown from a dandelion. Never truly finding their home. Just accept that the memories of that day will always make me sad. We hold hands and walk briskly toward the water, and as we rush for the water taxi, we are panting and dry-mouthed from a combination of the heat of the day, sprinting to catch the boat. Shedding tears at the Reflecting Pools couldn't have helped. There's a Street Vendor right by the line who is selling both water and ice cream. One coconut frozen bar and one bottle of water costs me six shmacks! Welcome to New York City. Hubby is on the phone, giving me a chance to sneak in a few extra nibbles of the coconut bar. Yum. The line is long and we miss getting on the 4:50PM departing boat by four too many people ahead of us. Wah! We have to wait for the 5:10PM boat, but the tour guide announcer dude is chalk full of interesting facts about the city, it's history and fun trivia about the bridges. I learn a lot. Without a pen and paper to write it all down...What did that guy say? I am kicking myself for not videotaping him. I do remember one fun fact from Kernen (his name!) The guy who designed the cable physics of the Brooklyn bridge died before they began building, so his wife learned the math and physics in order to take over the project.Then it begins to rain, but stops. And we're able to get a close shot with Lady Liberty behind us. The water taxi drives very close to Ellis Island, and Kernen is so nice, he offers to take pictures for people. We arrive back at Pier 84 at 6:15 and our dinner reservation was for 5:30. We are now nearly an hour off schedule. The folks at Le Colonial, a French-Vietnamese restaurant are happy to move up our arrival time. We have no choice but to cab it at this point. And we jump into a cab driven by a guy who doesn't understand what the words, "We are in a mad rush to get to dinner and our show on time." Because he drives slower than a rickshaw. I think we could have walked faster. Darn that rain! The restaurant manager is to die for sweet. He assures us that we have plenty of time to eat and get to our show. The service is stellar. The food is scrumptious. We ordered: Pho, Cha Gio (crispy filled rolls) and Bo Sate (sauteed filet mignon.)With the rain and rushing, we both have headaches, but the pho hits the spot. Possibly one of the best meals I've ever had in the city. We get the check at 7:30PM and there's no time for dessert, and we need to run like our pants are on fire if we're gonna make the opening act of Memphis. Just as we try to squeak by the owner, he stops us. "Wait. Isn't it your anniversary? I have something special for you." And he coaxes us back to our table for a complimentary raspberry sorbet. Now the clock reads 7:35PM, and although hubby is loving it, the sorbet is a little too sweet for my taste, and all I can think is, if I'm going to give up minutes of my life right now, there has to be some chocolate involved. But there isn't. This time we hail a cab, and the driver is like a Nascar driver. As we whiz in and out of traffic, cutting off NYC buses, and nearly clipping bikers and pedestrians. When he hits Broadway and 50th street, traffic is dead stopped. And now it's 7:52. Eight minutes till they lock us out! So we make the grueling decision to pay and run. Literally. We turn the corner of 44th street with seconds to spare and I am screaming to Sun who is a few steps ahead. "Take a picture! Take a picture!" He turns to look at me with "Are you crazy?" written across his brow, but I want to capture it. This moment. It's perfect. Better than perfect. In the middle of New York. A sunset! Captivated by the Sun! Memphis is amazing. Leave floating. And the best part. Chocolate mousse, like it was dropped from heaven, awaits my palate at home on my kitchen table. Oh What a night!
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