Bayside, New York
February 27, 2002
. It was a 9pm to midnight cruise, but we wanted to show our friends the village and all the places we had grown so fond of over the years of finding refuge in Port Jefferson.
Within thirty minutes of "showtime", you’d think they were launching a shuttle to the moon, and everyone had come to see off some relative. They use the ferries which travel between Bridgeport and Port Jefferson for these special events, and those are not small by any means. Well, by the time we lifted anchor, I was surprised the ferry could move at all. There were so many people piled on top of each other, that the dance floor disappeared. The atmosphere was extremely festive, and we were very lucky to get a table for all six of us, as we were practically the first ones on board. Bouquets of balloons were set on each table, and for the unlucky ones, they had seats by the windows. The service area started filling up with food, and you could smell the olives, feta cheese, stuffed vine leaves (dolmathes) as they were systematically displayed in trays. Sliced Italian bread for dipping, Kefaloteri cheese , of course! Greek salad passed around the table a few times. My very favorite was the filo triangles stuffed with cheese or spinach. It always tastes better when someone else makes it, and best when they serve you.
The music did not take long to get started as the live band was playing old favorites which everyone would recognize except dyed in the wool Americans, of which there were very few on board. People got up to do the miserlou as it is commonly known in the US. Most Greek dancing is line dancing and the more adventurous usually lead the line as they can hang from a handkerchief and turn on their knees.
The pièce resistance is usually the belly dancer, and out she came and realized that she had very little room to maneuver. I took some pictures of her, and they came out green. But you’ll get the idea. She was a dark haired girl, well endowed, and everyone was applauding her. Belly dancing can be exhausting, but it’s great exercise.
From journal Port Jefferson For Two