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York City ship set sail for a three-hour tour . . . a three-hour tour.
Sara Peterson '96
The best entertainment on the night of the "Texas Exes" alumni cruise
around Manhattan was not the free dixie cups of cheap wine, the jukebox
dance music, or even the stunning view of the Empire State Building.
fun -- at least for those with an eye and an appreciation for irony --
was watching the clash of cultures.
September evening, the Manhattan skyline, with all its glitz and grandeur,
was shining off the Hudson River, while on board, 200 or so alumni of
Texas universities -- TCU, UT, UNT, SMU, A&M -- savored the forgotten
joy of chips and salsa and listened to a medley of Alabama and Shania
or 10-gallon hats were spotted, but there was more plaid flannel aboard
than the entire men's line at Bloomingdales, and someone was overheard
telling the bartender, "Yes, sir," which caused several heads to turn.
In a city where millions of people run into each other every day without
saying excuse me, hearing something that polite seemed to make the room
go quiet -- as if we were all waiting for the punchline.
a dozen Horned Frogs made an appearance. Two suits showed up -- Nathan
Judge '96, a financial analyst for Goldman Sachs, and Jim Sheehan '96,
an assistant vice president at ING Barings. They even braved the dance
floor a few times. With nice-looking ladies, that is. Both admit they
never thought they'd move to Manhattan after graduating, but now that
they're here, they've adapted nicely. "I'll stay for the next several
years," Judge said.
'93, a research analyst at Merrill Lynch, and his wife Kendra came. They've
lived in the City That Never Sleeps a little over a year.
love the energy," he said, "but you've got to live close to the Park"
-- which they do, on the Upper East Side.
'90, who works as a freelance writer was also there. She came to New York
a year ago with $400 and an 80-pound black lab and claims she got her
Manhattan apartment through "an absolute fluke of a deal," she said. Something
about not being entirely forthcoming with the building's board of directors.
Like most transplants, Kibbie knows the hardest thing about New York is
getting settled -- and skipping meals to save money.
don't eat on Thursdays," she says. "That's the only way to survive in
this town." As the ship docked, the night felt successful. Kibbie was
well-fed (in a few hours it would be Thursday); the Bud Light had been
drained; and no one had fallen overboard doing the Macarena.
we all got a healthy dose of a time we had not meant to forget.
Peterson '96 lives in Manhattan and writes for FYI, TIME Inc.'s in-house