Funny Stories from New York City…
(and some not as funny stories)
I’m actually going to debrief this trip. My January visit is still hanging out in my drafts. Maybe one day I’ll finish. Great, now I’m gonna half to. Anyway…
Wednesday: I was really upset that they legitimately blocked the windows of the last row of the plane. (Yes, I know windows have screens. No, the screen wasn’t blocking my view.) I like controlling things and the only way I can fake control on an airplane is through looking out the window. You can’t fool me, Mr. Pilot Man, I know exactly when you are lifting off.
Also, taxis suck. Ours hit some cute little hipster riding his bike. He pounded on the window of our cab and the driver said he didn’t see him. I saw him. My mom felt the bump. (Yes, I went to New York for an interview with my mom. She’s probably cooler than you.) It wasn’t a big bump since he was pulling up by the hotel driving about five miles an hour, but still. The cabbie seemed to have done this before because his “I didn’t see you” line sounded a bit rehearsed.
Also, this hotel was better than the one in January because it had FREE Wi-Fi.
Also… (Why do I love that word?)
Thursday: My interview went well. (Fingers crossed.) In the two minutes it took me to put my nose ring back in at a Starbucks down the street from Saatchi, my mom was asked for money by a homeless man. The homeless man then was kicked out by a small female worker who allegedly sprinted out from behind the counter to keep him from getting money from another woman.
(Purposely avoiding ‘also’…)
We went to the Hard Rock Cafe and just waltzed in since we didn’t see the line where they take your name. They sat us anyway. (Sweet.) We went upstairs to buy a pin (because my mom has them from Malaysia, Germany and every other random place, but not from New York) and shirt for my dad. The boy checking us out asked me why I was “dressed like that” (I was wearing a dashing pant suit.) So I told him I had an interview. He asked me if I’d live there if I got the job. Then he asked for my age, told me he was born the same year, asked what month, told me he was a month older and said “oh, leo, right?” THEN he told me he worked two jobs and his dad hired people and he worked for him one day and hung one light and made $300. All in front of my mom. THEN he charged us (well, my mom) twice for my dad’s polo. So, we walked back in and a flaming worker asked my mom to please stop selling drugs. Then proceeded to tell two other workers that my mom was trying to sell drugs. THEN he told me he saved a Mexican worker from Ellen’s sweatshop. Oh, New York.
The TKTS Booth is a waste of time. And I almost ended up seeing Hair with my mom. I feel like that might have been awkward. Instead, we went to the Promises, Promises theatre and bought tickets for that. Sean Hayes was adorable. And then I realized it was the movie The Apartment to music. CC: “Your mirror is broken.” Fran: ” It makes me look the way I feel.” ALSO, “Never wear mascara when you’re in love with a married man.” Great preview show. Kristin Chenoweth was great too.
Before the show we went to this cute little boutique called Strawberry. After the show we stopped at Juniors for some great cheesecake.
Friday: We woke up and had to wait for our airport shuttle. He drove better than the taxi, which also meant he drove slower. We were taken to the plane via bus once we went through the terminal. And proceeded to get on the plane at ground level. So tiny. At least I could see out of my window though!
We made it back in time for me to meet up with Brent, Mandy and Jacob. :)
We’ll see how successful this less than 48 hour trip ended up by the end of the week. (Fingers still crossed.)
