There’s something to be said about a city, your trip to which begins with you wanting to gouge out your eyes with a splintered wooden spoon and ends with you wishing you could time travel four months and already be living there. Such has been the case with my 55-hour vacation to New York.
Nobody likes to hear carping and complaining, but I feel it’s important that you know what a pain in the ass the first 10 hours of this trip were. So I’ll tell the tale as I would if I had Twittered it:
- 9:01PM PST – Gate 26B announcement: “Er…..we’re experiencing some technical difficulties with the cockpit window, folks…er…expect delays.”
- 9:44PM PST – Finally fixed the window. Thank God for duct tape! Taking off ½ hr late…could be worse.
- 5:56AM EST – Finally landing at JFK Airport. Total hours of solid sleep: 0.5. Total pages of The Fountainhead read: 121.
- 7:03AM EST – Just got our luggage. Eff you Carousel 8. Time to score a shuttle to Manhattan. Meeting at 10am…we might not get a quick nap in, but at least we’ll def make that appt.
- 8:32AM EST – Our very nice Colombian shuttle driver: “¿Pero qué? 330 WEEEEST 40th??? my friend dees here paper it say it 330 EEEEAAAST 40th. Jeeeesus. Ok. Ok. Ees ok my friend. I gots to drop dees other people off firs before I can gechoo to WEEEEST 40th. OK no problem, no problem my friend.” fml.
- 9:10AM EST – This traffic is miserable. If I never drove a car in this city, I would not be sad.
- 9:14AM EST – Finally got to our hotel. Let’s move, people!
- 9:36AM EST – Leaving to find the subway and get from 42nd St. to 125th St. Easy peesy.
- 10:19AM EST – Walking into my informational session at Columbia School of Social Work 20 minutes late. Total people in room: 8. Total males including self: 1. hahaha awesome.
So as you can see, it was a bit of a stressful adventure, but what adventure doesn’t push you beyond your comfort zone? The important thing is that we made it safe and sound. The fact that I only got 30 minutes of sleep on the plane would come back to haunt me, but it’s New York City – the one That Never Sleeps – right? When in Rome…
To be continued.
