Saturday Dov and I went to meet michael for lunch, and walked down to the hudson river to eat (he's about 3 blocks from one of the piers). We met up with his crew boss A and another friend S, and sat on the pier at this open air restaurant/bar thing (very Jimmy Buffet feeling) and ate hot dogs and douglas and A kept the conversation quite lively. There was a fireboat docked next to us, a couple water taxi's came and left, signs for kayak rentals :), and this old rusty lighthouse boat was docked on the far side of the pier. S mentioned that you could go wander through the rusty boat, so we decided to check it out. It's called the Frying Pan, and looks inside exactly like it does outside ... rusty, peeling, and ancient ... full of old gears and pipes and machinery and cracked portholes and old leather couches and tiny captain's quarters. Apparently it sank somewhere in Delaware, and they dredged it up and brought it to nyc. It's floating again, so they've done a little something to it, but not much. Wandering through the rooms and bowels of the thing (there are 2 levels belowdecks) we started finding tiny bits of evidence that the place may be used ... a turntable and mixing board tucked in one room, a few spotlights, an old piano, newish bathrooms, and an exit sign ... turns out the place is actually used as a club at night though I NEVER would have thought it could pass inspection of any sort! There were a couple guys half-heartedly sweeping up, paying no mind to us or the 7 and 9-year-old boys crawling around looking for treasure, ghosts, and anything they could put in their pockets. Douglas was enthralled and had to be dragged out. It was liking finding an abandoned house and feeling like you were the first to discover it in many years ... a great lunch.