… is upon us.
Times Square is crawling with hot sailors. Groups of them on every street corner, hashing out where they want to go, what they want to do … Beautiful.
Last night: A cool blue spring evening, the lights of Times Square, the white-uniformed sailors everywhere…
I found myself smiling at groups of them randomly. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sure they’re used to that.
Jeebus — I clicked over here while I was waiting on hold to schedule the day’s courier. I got a person on the line just as I read “immaculate and hot” and completely lost all concentration, forgot who I had called. The operator asked me my name and I was like “wha? How should I know?”
Ya know what’s great? Sailing into your home town on a big grey fighting ship, gliding past the Statue of Liberty, while the airhorns of a thousand boats blaring and the spray of the fireboats twinkling rainbows all around. I never felt so proud to be a American sailor or New Yorker as I did that days so many years ago.
Go kiss one of them, red. He might just be my son.
Emily:
HAHAHAHA
spd rdr:
Wow. How unbeLIEVably moving.
Many of them (judging by their accents) are far away from home … and many do not look a day over 18. So touching.
I will kiss AS MANY OF THEM AS POSSIBLE, in the hopes that one will be your son. How’s that?
Deal. His a tall red head with a build like a linebacker and an easy smile. Goes by the name of “Brian.”
I will stand in the middle of Times Square and scream “BRIAN”. These guys are everywhere.
Actually, in all seriousness, I hope Brian enjoys his short stay here.
I, on the other hand, hope he doesn’t get arrested. Have fun!
You will kiss as many of them as possible! Truly selfless, red. What you won’t sacrifice for your readers.
Last weekend when we went for coffee, the cafe was filled with firemen. At least a dozen of them. FIREMEN. I thought I was going to pass out. Actually, I was kind of hoping I would. Those guys are supposed to know CPR, right?
ah, yes the firemen.
sigh. how is my going around the South Street Seaport saying “hey sailor, buy you a drink?” ever going to compete with red kissing every swabbie in midtown?
Mr. B:
haha I figure the odds are pretty good that there will be a depraved hottie in the bunch, as long as I kiss many of them.
No need to go to Queens.
Mmmmmm…depravity. ;-) Shame I’m not in NYC right now, as I’m equally sure there must be a few depraved hotties among the female sailors as well. Damn, do I ever love women in uniform.
Last year, during Fleet Week, I was at a bar with some friends, and it was filled with sailors – and I sent a sailor a drink – across the bar. He tipped his hat at me. It was a truly hot moment.
And yes, Dave: saw some women in uniform stalking around, too. Wish I had a camera.
I’m not going to be in town – I might cry. Kiss some for me, Sheila.
We don’t have a fleet week. Got to drive down to San Diego or up to San Francisco in October. Worth the drive, I’m sure.
Hey Sheila, remember: Take one for the country.
Sheila dear, I have a great pic of a handsome sailor. I will send it when I get home (and you have to guess who it is) ;)
What the blogosphere is saying
Well, the wife’s riding crop is out for oiling, so I have to turn once again to the blogosphere for my weekly abusing. “Who? ” Glenn Reynolds “He could be a good looking guy if he had a sailor suit….
Ah Fleet Week – my chief memory of that tradition was getting evicted from my stateroom on the O-3 level on the Kennedy by Brooke Shields. (This would have been 1986, I think.) Brooke was very nice, and the whole week was a lot of fun.
What the blogosphere is saying
Well, the wife’s riding crop is out for oiling, so I have to turn once again to the blogosphere for my weekly abusing. “Who? ” Glenn Reynolds “He could be a good looking guy if he had a sailor suit….