Today was rather interesting and disappointing at the same time. It's my day off. My precious little day off and I am sitting in a bar on West 54th street, across from the David Letterman studio, drinking my sorrows away. Why so?
I woke up pretty early which one should never do on their day off and I walked to 5th Avenue, Park Avenue, for an appointment. I was hoping that after my appointment I would get to spend time there, go to St. Patricks Cathedral and then, progress from there to have fun on Park Avenue. But that was not the case. I just wanted to get as far away as possible from the scene of my appointment once it was over. On my way there, it was Hoda and Kathie Lee Gifford time on the Today Show so I got to listen in on their show and glance at the few placard holders on the Today Show plaza. On my way back I bumped into a couple of movie productions, and street closures and people watching the hotel entrance as Mark Zuckerberg lazily stepped out of his hotel room onto Broadway (that was pathetic I admit!). But this was all the exciting part of my day.
The disappointing part started once the appointment was over and I had to make my way to my hotel to rush through the rest of my packing just to make sure that I check out on time. I passed all the lovely restaurants and cafes speeding through to my hotel. The only thing I stopped to do was get a couple of frost-free cupcakes (they call them "classics" over there, how charming) from Magnolia Bakery which I was tempted to enjoy on the grounds of the Time and Life Building. No can do, I'm afraid. I had to keep moving to beat that check out time. And once I did I just realized how stupid it all was. I was inevitably throwing away my last few hours in New York, a chance to take in the breath and grime of the city for one last time until God knows when next, just because I wanted to beat the check out time. From then on, there were even more clocks to beat. I scheduled the shuttle to the airport and then I had to squeeze in some shopping at Macy's Herald Square just in time to meet the airport shuttle at the hotel. Then, when I met that I had to rush to the airport just to meet the flight, which as determined from how shitty the day was, ended up being delayed for over an hour.
So all the rush and panic and missed opportunities was just for nothing.
After my trips to New York and Vegas (both awesome cities in a month) I've decided that I will not schedule any travel on a Monday again. It just cuts into your weekend, you spend the entire Sunday dreading the Monday when you have to leave.
How have I been? I've been everywhere and here, and I am still hanging in there.
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