Sunday, February 8, 2009

New York, Yew Nork

Last week I spent a week in New York. Because enough hasn't been written about the Big A, The City That Never Sleeps, I'm compelled to add my take: There are a shit load of people in NY. From my room on the 21st floor, on 34th and 8th, I could look down upon enough tiny people to populate my entire town. Most of them were walking.

Unless being led around by their dogs, people in my world walk under these circumstances: 1. Dead car. 2. No car. 3. No license. While there may be exceptions - those who trudge through snow up to their knees along unplowed terrain because they want to, these people are generally crazy and should be avoided. If you get too close, they may ask you to join them. My best friend, Janet, falls into this category.

My trip into The City was flawless. I hit the road at 7:15 and arrived in NY State at 11:30. Drove right past my hotel on the way to the Javits. Pulled into the Javits Center and right into a parking spot. After dropping off my load, I asked one of New York's finest for directions. He was pleased to tell me that I look just like Lauren Holly. I had no idea who she was (it's lonely under my rock) but since it's rare for someone to say that you look just like some dog, I received his compliment in a most charming way. When I arrived at my hotel, there was a parking space out front. I handed my keys to some guy and watched it drive away.

I won't bore you with show details. The best part about it was the great company in my booth - Larry of Clay Design and Victoria of Dream Fabric Printing. All three of us are pretty much non-stop talkers. Sometimes we actually listened to one another. They were great company and I can't wait to see them again in August.

As planned, I had dinner at Chez Veasey, home of the wicked famous Lorrie Veasey and Sexyhusbandomine. Here is the real scoop on the Veasey family: Sexyhusbandomine = Hunk. And he fed the kids and did the dishes while we talked. He should host a husband/boyfriend bootcamp. I'd immediately sign up Ireland. Oh, and those cute kids she blogs about? Seriously cute. And polite. We may think Lorrie walks on water, but she's a regular gal like the rest of us. I hugged her and those Beautiful Berthas moved right out of the way just like regular, non-famous boobage.

Cut to the last day of the trip. I call for my car - which sounds almost as cool as my agent. Two hours later, I'm still waiting. I'm beginning to wonder if the guy in front of the hotel drove it to Jersey and cut it into tiny pieces. Eventually it shows up. Whew. I'm not an idiot. I drive to the Javits and find it in absolute grid lock. No way to get anywhere near it. I drive around the block and approach it from a new angle. Not happening. As I prepare to make another 1/2 hour pass around the block, my gas light comes on. I see a entrance to the parking lot. I don't wonder why no one else is taking advantage of this clear passage. I just drive right in.

"License and registration, please." Do I know what I just did, he asks? I just ignored a Do Not Enter sign. (Ok, I am an idiot.) As I reach for my papers, I hear him say "Hey, you're the one who looks just like Lauren Holly." I flash him my most convincing LH smile. I still don't know who she is. That's ok, he says. Why don't you just back right into that space over there.

I heart New York.

5 comments:

Debbie said...

I'm so glad you had a good time. Still more than a little jealous of you and Lorrie getting to hang out.
And I love the new look around here.

kwr221 said...

I am so jealous.

And not just of your mad parking skillz.

Of the dinner at Chez Veasey, too.

I'm Jet . . . said...

Ree. I'm surprised you even have the word WALK written anywhere on your blog -- I can't recall you ever using it. Oh, that's right. There was that one time you called me on your cell.

Ree: Hi. You'll never guess what I'm doing.

Me: What?

Ree: Walking.

Me (suspiciously) Who IS this?????

Ree: I know -- hahahahaha -- and it's drizzling, too.

Me: Seriously. WHO IS THIS?????

Miss Thystle said...

You drove in New York? I bow in your general direction and in awe. There isn't enough wine in France to convince me to do that.

Sheree said...

Jet, dahling, we go way back - far enough back to that drizzling day when I walked and it wasn't from a parking lot and into a store. You should know that while in NY, I walked miles. In the rain. In the snow. In the fricken freezing wind. Thank God I'm back in NH.

Thys - honest to God, it was a piece of cake. It was so easy that I'd do it again in a minute. Which of course tells me it was a total fluke and the next trip will be a nightmare.