19 May New York – Part One
K…here’s the NYC part one recap…I realized after starting to write that I couldn’t possibly get through the whole thing in one post so, I’m thinking 3 might give me enough room to babble adequately…and PS, I apologize in advance for the total lack of photos- I’m hoping that as people get back, I can swipe theirs…I have no excuse really for not snapping more…it was all just so fast- couldn’t keep up really.
The 36 hour ‘I want to live in NY in a LARGE way’ extravaganza started at 5a.m…that’s when I had to get up and get ready-um yeah…booooo to that- turns out I’m not an early riser these days.
I got up thanks to hubby’s cell phone alarm and got ready- in the car by 6 and headed to Toronto Island Airport to catch a flight via Porter Airlines…
aka…best ever airlines period- why do I say this you ask? Three reasons/phrases:
1. They have their own airport (well OK..Air Canada just started using it as well like 3 weeks ago but as far as I’m concerned, it belongs to Porter) and it’s pretty much in the middle of the city, directly off the main highway, on its own little island that can only be accessed from a 8 second fairy ride- the whole things is just entirely too civilized.
2. And this airport I speak of, it’s basically one giant lounge filled with easy wifi access, comfy leather lounge chairs and free snacks/bevies.
3. The airplanes are state of the art/brand new and all the staff is dressed in circa 50s retro attire (long and short of that one, love their aestetics…perhaps that make me shallow but whatver, after 12 years a private school teacher, I appreciate a good uniform;) …and the best part of the staff (and I mean even better than their outfits,) they dole out free booze on flight.
Long story short- I heart Porter Airlines…alot.
Oh wait…almost forgot the BEST part…they’re cheap!!!!!
And PS, the airlines is most certainly NOT paying me to say all of this but if they want me to and will give me free tickets as payment, I’m all for it..PPS Porter Airlines if you’re listening…I need to go to Chicago next month to see the birth of my new precious niece or nephew, I have a wedding to go to in Victoria, BC in July and hopefully a blogger meet-up sometime in August so yeah, anytime you want me to advertise in exchange for free tickets, I’m more than happy to oblige.
Back to the two day blitz.
I arrived at the ferry and met Lisa Ferguson of Decor Mentor on the ferry.
And PS on that one, if you haven’t checked out her new site, go now…tres fantastique.
I told her how I managed to almost wreck my brand new shirt Zara silk in the car while trying to put on extra deodorant and by the time my story was over, the ferry ride was over, we had made it through check in and Ms. Meredith Heron was waiting for us in swanky Porter lounge.
The three of us chatted…alot…and then we boarded the plane.
We took off…at first all was good but then we hit New Jersey turbulence and it was the WORST FLIGHT OF ALL TIME- Meredith and I seriously almost died.
She had a bad case of motion sickness and I had a bad case of ‘I’m going to spend my last hour of life on this effing plane and leave my children behind with no mother’ freak out.
Anyhow- we survived- duh…I’m writing this post- but it sucked- ass.
After departing the shitballs plane, we breezed through customs and headed towards the city- car styles.
Soon, we were here at the Ace Hotel…
And it was delightful.
Oh wait…I forgot something- rewind a little…while on the plane, a little unfortunate accident resulted in a little blop of fountain pen ink landing square on my brand new pair of Hudson Ferris jeans..aka the most $ pair of denims I’ve ever owned..
After arriving at 10:30, we were told our room wouldn’t be ready until 3p.m…not matter I thought- sure Meredith and Lisa had to leave almost immediately for their Blogfest official events…I had Alex (Things that Sparkle) coming and were were going to spend the afternoon soaking up all that NYC had to offer.
Sure I had no suitcase, no hotel room and large black blotch on my only pair of pants- no biggy.
Oh but wait…my phone rings- even though I have no roaming…well I do but I’m not ‘international’ so any call/text/tweet/email I make cost like, I don’t know, $1000 dollars-anyhow- text arrives and it’s Alex and her damn flight has been cancelled due to shitballs weather in Chicago- cue total devastation music…I’m alone in New York without even a pair of pants to my name.
I quickly dash to the public bathroom, strip off the pants and begin frantically trying to remove stain- 30 minutes of nail polish remover, water, Dyson hand dryer and still LARGE stain- it’s actually bigger at this point- I leave the bathroom totally defeated, get hotel staff person to kindly retrieve my suitcase from storage, go back to said bathroom stall and change into my one pair of replacement jeans- trouble is their skinnies and with my 8′ platform wedges, I kind of feel like a hooker- anyhow- I’m dressed at this point at least and decide, what the F…I’m in NY with no kids and no responsibilities, time to enjoy- I head outside.
Too bad it was pissing rain, I still have on aforementioned 8′ wedges…oh and a leather jacket.
I try to make it 10 blocks in an attempt to get here…
But I almost die from wet road and ridiculous shoes- I attempt to find any place to replace killer shoes with anything that will work in their place and make the great switcheroo happen….exhibit A for exhibit B…
I’m now, much much much much happier- strange men aren’t offering me ‘help’, I’m blending in with the masses and I can walk- yay me.
I make finally make it to ABC and find myself knee deep in a Madeline Weinrib sale but pat me on the back and call me frugal, I leave with nothing…despite walking into this…
Let me just say it was hard…very hard…to buy nothing.
After my tour in the rain, I decide to make my way back and pray to the hotel gods that my room is ready.
I’m the lonely tourist in NYC with no one but myself and my phone camera at this point.
See….sorry in advance for lame/dark/rainy tourist shots…my daughter’s only request was that I take a picture of the Flatiron building so voila..
I arrive back at the hotel and guess what…..room’s not ready- surprised???
I end up sitting in the lobby for an hour- here’s a live shot…
and then sheepishly make my way (for like maybe the 5th time) to the front desk.
Happily, because my room still isn’t ready and it’s clearly after 3p.m., I’m offered a bump up to a more ‘desirable’ room- I really could give a flying you know what at this point- I just want the hell out of dodge, and by dodge, I mean lonely giant city…I need to retreat so I can regroup and get my proverbial balls back.
Anyhow, I get my key card and open the door to this…
Fabulous, great, love it- dorm style chic…I need to lie down.
After an hour of rest, a shower, and a regroup of epic proportions, I’m ready to start part 2 of my New York adventure and let me just say, it starts off SOOOOO well.
I’ll leave it here for now but let me just say the sequel begins with cocktails called ‘Lust for Life’ and a meeting with two of the most fabulous bloggers a girl could ever hope to spend a few hours with…the lovely Dawn from the Alternative Wife and the fabulous Nichole of Parlour– j’adore!!
Until then…thank you for making it all the way to the end of this very wordy post and I’ll see you back here soon with part two:)
Oh and PS, despite the rocky start, I love New York a lot and want to move there…just saying.