Off in the distance . . .
. . . this giant cruise boat . . .
. . . The Crown Princess, docked in our fair city for the day . . .
. . . which spewed out 3,000 unsuspecting passengers onto the streets.
Some seemed slightly confused about it all . . .
. . . but New London's finest helped show them the way.
Of course I wasn't walking down Bank Street in New London on Saturday morning; Mistah was. I was walking down Pequot Avenue later in the day, and saw that giant boat in the distance.
That's right. Happy Hour.
Of course I wasn't walking down Bank Street in New London on Saturday morning; Mistah was. I was walking down Pequot Avenue later in the day, and saw that giant boat in the distance.
The boat was due to leave New London at 4 p.m., and I knew there was only one thing to do at a time like this.
That's right. Happy Hour.
I packed up the Westy with drinks and snacks and a book and a tripod and waited for my peeps.
Mistah arrived with layers, which I'd forgotten. His layers.
And Eileen arrived with wine, which I'd forgotten. Sigh. At least I remembered the Westy.
We had a great vantage point . . .
. . . and we weren't the only ones waiting for the Big Event. This guy was waiting, showing off his giant camera . . .
. . . and Ledgie was waiting . . .
. . . as patient as ever.
We, too, were a study in patience, because we were having fun. Happy Hour, afterall.
And then all of a sudden, back there behind New London Light . . .
And then all of a sudden, back there behind New London Light . . .
. . . way over there on the left, we got our first glimpse of her.
The giant boat, steaming down the Thames River toward the Long Island Sound.
She absolutely dwarfed everything in her path.
She looked so entirely out of place; I kept thinking about people who hadn't heard about the hoopla, who were at the beach and looked up and saw Titanic sailing by.
I love the little tug boat showing Crown Princess the way.
Finally, the moment we'd all been waiting for, the cruise ship approached Ledge Light.
You're going to get eaten alive!
A ferry caught up to her and buzzed right by.
I like to think the ferry boat passengers and the cruise boat passengers waved cordially and jovially to eachother.
Oh, there's Ledgie, with the back-ass side of the Princess.
Not even phased by all the drama and excitement.
Neither were these two. I think I may have been the only one phased by all the drama and excitement.
4 comments:
1. I think a vessel that large counts as a ship, not a boat.
2. You forgot the wine?! That is surely a sign of the impending apocalypse.
What a fun, festive day in New London!
xo
Jacquie
I absolutely love that last shot. Gorgeous!
And yeah, is it the end coming, or what? Wine-less? You're scaring me, Ellie!
So glad Eileen came to the rescue.
xo,
Beth
I had the wine ready to go, but left it on the counter. I did remember the vodka, though, and the ruby red grapefruit juice.
And the Crown Princess will always be a boat to me. A big one, but a boat nonetheless. I save the "ship" nomenclature for vessels like the Gigantic.
Ellie
I love those big, bad cruise ships-especially after our last Easter week-end cruise with the Kennedys..Those gigantic ships (or boats) that sneak in during the night and there they are in the morning, waiting for you to board. Ach, the memories.... mom
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