Okay, so, who has two thumbs and is officially the WORST. BLOGGER.
EVER?? This girl right here! I'm really kicking myself right now because, while I did write
out more of my NYC trip than I ended up posting on here, I didn't
actually write down all of it. And now it's been almost a year since
my trip. A lot of details still seem fairly fresh in my mind, but I'm
sure for every one thing I remember really clearly, there are five
that are fuzzy, or completely forgotten. Also (and even more unfortunately), my phone crapped out on me back in May, and I ended up losing all of the pictures of my trip that I managed to take with it. My fault, for a variety of reasons. Still, I'll do my best to
pick up where I left off, and finish up the (not-so-)thrilling tale.
Because there are more adventures to document, like house hunting!
That was a long, tedious journey that we appear to be (FINALLY)
nearing the end of. But I won't believe that until the day I have
keys in my hand. In the meantime, back to New York, New York...
After a little bit
of wandering (and snapping a few of the requisite Times Square pics),
I decide to look for a present for my neice at the ginormous Toys R
Us that's right nearby. Fun Fact: This was the first time I had set
foot in a Toys R Us since I quit there in 2007. I was expecting to
twitch at my first glimpse of a Geoffrey cutout, but really, this TRU
and the one I worked at couldn't have been more different. This place is 2
or 3 stories high, and the first thing you see when you walk in is a
Ferris wheel. Seriously. A fucking Ferris wheel. And not a mini one,
either. I'm pretty sure this one is at least as big as the one at
Comerica Park. And each car on it is decorated differently; I
remember a Monopoly car, a Sesame Street one, MnM's, Barbie, etc. It
was pretty damn cool. But I'm afraid of heights, so I didn't go on.
Although, I'm not sure if a fear of heights would really apply if
you're looking at people shopping right next to you when you're at
the top. Maybe I'll test that next time.
Wandering through
TRU, I quickly realize that I won't be able to get much into my
suitcase to take home for her, so I head over towards the clothing
section. The first thing that caught my eye was a T-shirt that had
Mickey Mouse on it, with him in sunglasses that say “New York” on
them. There was a slightly different one with Minnie on it nearby,
but I stuck with the Mickey one. Gender roles be damned! I wait in a
short line, and then make my way back out to the street.
At
this point, I decide to start heading back home, since my feet are
getting sore from all the walking. I use my phone to find the nearest
subway station, and then make my rather uneventful way back to the
hotel. I get there and head upstairs to grab my phone charger and my
book, and then I head down to the TV room to find an outlet. I end up
hanging out down there for the next couple hours, reading and
watching TV while my phone charges. Then I realize it's time to brave
the showers (since there's no way in hell I'm getting up even earlier
to do it in the morning). I go back upstairs, gather up my stuff, and
head down the hall to figure out which of the three showers is going
to be the least psychologically damaging to use. After peeking in all
3 (none of them are occupied), I decide that the one closest to my
room is probably best. So I lay out the hotel's towel on the floor to
put my stuff down on (since there were no shelves or hooks to use)
and then used my own towel to dry off (yes, I brought my own, and I'm
glad I did! Lol). The shower wasn't as bad as I expected. There was
plenty of hot water, and there wasn't
a bunch of other people's hair in the drain, so that was good. But
the shower curtain reeked of mildew, and the towel they had laid out
as a bath mat was completely soaked, and freezing cold, and possibly
the most unpleasant thing I've ever stepped on in my life. And
unfortunately, in the 5 or so minutes I was in the shower (I know!!
Only 5!! Aren't you all proud? It's amazing what a little motivation
can do for a girl.), I managed to forget how much it sucked, and I
stepped on it again on the way out. BOOOO. But, anyway, I survived
the shower, and went through my nightly routine, and then decided to
call Tim before bed. By this point, there were several other people
up in the sleeping areas, and it was after the 10 PM “Quiet Hours”
had started, so I decided to find another place to talk. (Side note:
I don't know if I've really described the structure of the hostel
yet, but it basically went like this. The floor was divided up into
tiny little rooms just big enough for the beds in them, with the tops
left open. So you can hear everything else going on on the entire
floor. And I mean EVERYTHING.) I grabbed my coat and headed
downstairs to talk outside. About 10 minutes into the conversation, I
realize that I'm wandering out in front of my hotel in pajamas, flip
flops, and a coat, with wet hair and a cell phone pressed against my
head...and nobody cares. I love New York.
During the course of my pacing and conversation, I start to realize
that there is a Subway right next to my hotel, and that the smell
coming from it is wonderful. And then I realize that they're open
until midnight. And THEN I realize that I haven't eaten much besides
the sandwich from Katz's. So I decide to break my rule and get a
sandwich. (The fact that it was $5 footlong month didn't hurt,
considering I was still amazed at how much my Katz's sandwich cost.)
I don't even like Subway, generally, but that sandwich was awesome. I
ate half and found out that there's a fridge you can keep stuff in,
as long as you label it. So I labeled my sandwich, stuffed it into
the fridge, and then went up to bed. Since this is me we're talking
about, and it wasn't very late at this point, I ended up reading for
awhile before trying to sleep. This is where the fun began.
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