Night of Fire

is an event that's hosted once a year on the Brooklyn Bridge and makes its way on to the train and out to Coney Island. An "impromptu" unofficial gathering of those looking for some fun and to create some havoc on the trains. The others bailed on me and left to go get pizza, but it ended up being just as fun, since I got to meet this guy from Australia who's a pilot, has lived abroad in China, and will be moving to India soon. How awesome is that?!

Below is the beginning scene from the Brooklyn Bridge.




We ended up marching across the bridge to the tune of bells and drums and horns (should have brought that bagpipe horn Scott got for me in Scotland. It would've been entirely appropriate for this event), and ended up carousing through City Hall, where some people decided to take a dip in the fountain to cool off.




We later trooped down into the train station, where a group of very talented people gave us an impromptu concert as we waited for the R. It was a pretty long ride out to Coney Island, so we decided to while the time away by engaging in crowd surfing and a game of Limbo.







We eventually ended up at Coney Island, where we were treated to a display by very courageous (and hopefully asbestos coated) performers.

Ocean Isle Beach

was highly relaxing. It was just what I needed after quitting that law firm. Scott and his family go to Ocean Isle Beach in North Carolina every summer. They were all hilarious people. Grand total of sixteen people in one house for one week. And no one was killed in the process.

Below is a photo taken in November 2005, during our ski trip in Switzerland (you can see the town of Les Diablerets in the background). Scott's head seems to make a nice armrest for me.




And now, almost two years later, it looks as though the tables have flipped. My head is making a nice armrest for him instead. That's Humphrey the Turtle with us. He looks mighty happy to be on the beach, I must say.