Tuesday, October 18, 2011

how to pack a day in new york

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  • slept at my sister's house to take her two older kids to school (by bus) and be her eldest' "special guest" the following morning (sleeping over also allowed me to hang with the smaller two in the early hours - my favorite time to snuggle with a baby - even if one of them keeps spitting up all over the place)
  • coffee with my stepdad - talk about life, love, the pursuit of happiness
  • stop in at BT (former place of employment, daycare to aforementioned cute babies) to drop off a gift and say hello again to babies (one was sleeping and one was uninterested in my enthusiastic greeting)
  • head downtown (by subway) to have lunch with a near and dear friend that i hadn't gotten a chance to speak to in too long a time
  • head to queens (by subway) for 2pm appointment. from subway station, cab it the 10 blocks for fear of being late/getting lost in this "culo del mundo" part of queens - even the cabbie didn't know how to get to where i needed to go
  • wait in the waiting room for two hours (thankful for that $8 cab ride to ensure i got there at 2pm) seen at 4, out by 5.
  • head back into manhattan (by subway) to meet up with another near and dear friend (and her sister! my favorite sister besides mine owns) for margharitas and fried calamari. (more people i don't see often enough)
  • head to BAM for a slow/beautiful dance concert (by subway) nod off a little during the concert (i was tired, and as i said, it was slow)
  • head back into manhattan to see the tail-end of my big brother's soccer game (by subway)
  • while rushing to get on aforementioned subway, a "helpful" woman holding the door for all of us rushing through the turn-style knocked me with her enthusiastic "come on!" waving arm. normally i would not mind being bumped by a do-gooder's enthusiastic arm, but this bump bumped the hand that was holding not mine, but my sister's, unlimited monthly metrocard. as i looked in horror at the card falling the woman continued, "come on! get on!" in her cheery, do-gooder voice. i replied "that was an unlimited!" as the woman's eyes followed my angry gesture toward the space between the platform and train, she sheepishly slunk away. she was either too embarrassed to get on the train, or was trying to avoid my asking to pay for another card. 
  • considered it for a moment and then jumped in to grab the card, and out without anyone noticing
  • saw the last two minutes of big brother's game
  • met up with bf and drove uptown (by car, with metrocard safe)
  • had another talk about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. 
  • was out like a light

1 comment:

daleboca said...

next time do not jump in for the card. as much as i love my monthly, i love you way more.