Trip preparations
Overnight bag. Toothbrush… Shoes?
I’m lacking cute shoes!

It does not matter
Heading to New York City!
Land o’ fabu-shoes

Visiting best friend
I have known since the third grade
Debauchery waits…

I am heading out to NYC this weekend for a 24-hour mini trip. I hope to have some fabulous stories and pics to share on Monday. I’m also crossing my fingers the bus ride is not as eventful as the last time….

Originally posted May 13th, 2007
Home to NYC

9:25am: Kiss husband and daughter goodbye outside of train station

9:26am: Daughter reaches out arms for me from car seat as car drives away. *heart rips from chest*

9:45am: Stand 1st in line to board the China bus for first dibs on seating (Note- China bus refers to cheap Asian bus line with crazy NYC style cab bus drivers).

9:55am: Tall brunette college student asks to sit next to me. Thank goodness it’s her and not that guy 3 rows ahead talking to himself.

10:52am: Dabble a bit of writing in my journal.

10:54am: Stop because the girl sitting next to me is trying to read it. Close eyes to take a nap.
Noon: Wake up from the road-raging bus driver laying into the horn while swerving through traffic. Pretend to not understand the obscenities he’s screaming in Chinese at cars.

12:15pm: Repeat

12:45pm: Starving. Must pee really bad, but will wait for pit stop.

1:30pm: Give up all hope for a pit stop. Bladder about to explode. Stomach self-digesting

2pm: Arrive in New York Chinatown. Bolt off bus to find the nearest subway station to friend’s apartment.

NYC to Home

2pm: Say goodbye to friend and hail a cab.

2:15pm: Wonder why cabby is taking the wrong streets through Chinatown.

2:17pm: Sit in traffic. Watch the fare meter tick higher and higher. Realize why we’re taking the wrong route.

2:25pm: Hand cabby $12 for what should have been a $6 cab ride and slam door.

2:30pm: 3rd to last person to board China bus.

2:31pm: Grab only vacant seat near window. Pray someone doesn’t sit next to me so I can sprawl out.

2:32pm: Teenage girl asks “do you think you can sit next to someone else so that me and my daddy can sit together?” (Daddy?….How old you?). *Sigh* “Fine!”

2:33pm: Move to the only vacant seat beside a guy wearing a yarmulke.

2:34pm: Guy wastes no time initiating conversation. Asks all sorts of questions with big flirty smile. Lose all hope for napping.

2:45pm: Guy asks more questions. Try to get a word in edgewise to mention husband and daughter.

2:53pm: Guy confesses his strong desire to find a wife with a continued big, flirtatious smile. Sink into chair. Damns all scientists for not developing human teleportation yet.

2:55pm: Find out that I was just hit on by a RABBI! Lose hope for religion. Quickly pull out a picture of my daughter on her first birthday.

2:56: Rabbi stops smiling

2:57pm: Guy sits back, closes eyes to fall sleep

*Hal-le-lu-jaaaaaah!*

–Note to self- While recapping the return trip for Dadisodes, blame the shameless hit-on by a rabbi on my small diamond ring size. “He must not have been able to see it!” Must address immediately…