The High Holy Days
The High Holy Days, or so my oldest friend calls them (he of the rampant uniform fetish), are upon us. It's Fleet Week in New York, and a long line of warships just cruised up the Hudson and docked on the West Side.
For the next week, Manhattan will be awash in seamen.
Seamen will be flowing down the stairs into the subway, collecting in pools on the sidewalk, and cramming into every nook and cranny of the city. The bars will be full of seamen of every description, and every girl and gay man will want to get their hands on the seamen. If people aren't careful, they can get pregnant or get an STD from all the seamen that are everywhere this week. Eventually we will all get sick of the quantity of seamen that will inundate us, and desperately wish for a good rainstorm to wash them all away.
But for the meantime, the whole city is braced for the first joyous splash of seamen coming off the ships, and the sight of those floods of white (uniforms) rushing down the streets.
Happy Fleet Week to all you uniform fetishists everywhere!
For the next week, Manhattan will be awash in seamen.
Seamen will be flowing down the stairs into the subway, collecting in pools on the sidewalk, and cramming into every nook and cranny of the city. The bars will be full of seamen of every description, and every girl and gay man will want to get their hands on the seamen. If people aren't careful, they can get pregnant or get an STD from all the seamen that are everywhere this week. Eventually we will all get sick of the quantity of seamen that will inundate us, and desperately wish for a good rainstorm to wash them all away.
But for the meantime, the whole city is braced for the first joyous splash of seamen coming off the ships, and the sight of those floods of white (uniforms) rushing down the streets.
Happy Fleet Week to all you uniform fetishists everywhere!