As I write this, it’s technically five in the morning New York time, but something about flying from the East to the West coast and subsequently back in time makes me feel oddly less tired. I’m not even sure.
But today was our last day in New York and it started off slow. We are all exhausted, we didn’t even want to get up. In fact, I’m pretty sure we all slept in past our alarms. Not by much, but enough to set us back.
We finally finished packing and made our way down to check out of the hotel where we find that not only did we not pay the remaining balance of the room when we checked in (like the receptionist had told us) but they were now saying the balance was double what we had originally been quoted.
Frankly, I was a little upset. I didn’t disagree with the fees, but I did not approve of the way they handled them. Mostly it had to do with the not telling me part and the not actually charging me when they said they did part. I had thought I was going to have some money left over…no, not so much. Thanks for that, Hyatt.
We squared all that away and then jumped on the Subway to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The guy at the hotel told us to get off at 86th street and didn’t give us any directions beyond that, so I assumed it would be right outside the subway. No, it was like 4 blocks south and like 5 blocks east from where he told us to go. So hurrah for iPhones or we would never have found it.
The museum is huge, I think I got lost at least 3 times. I would think I was going in to the room I had (in theory) just done a circle back into but then it would turn out to be something completely different. If I hadn’t been so tired I might have been able to keep track of where I was going, but I essentially figured if I kept going from room to room not only would I have the element of surprise as to what I would find, but based on the fact that I couldn’t get back to rooms even when I wanted to there was less chance I would repeat things.
Lots of people all over, lots of kids. We basically wandered around till it was time to go back to the hotel to get our bags and catch the car to the airport. And of course with traveling, that’s where things get more interesting.
We have a guy set to pick us up and 3 bags, you know…suitcase bags. And he shows up in his little sedan that has a trunk already got all sorts of stuff in it. Sooooo, we can’t get half our luggage to fit and two suitcases have to go in the front seat. He then says we have to pay extra because we put bags in the front seat. I have no idea what that is all about. Stupid is what it was. I was too exhausted to argue with him but I’ll be certainly writing things to their company.
The airport had virtually no lines and when we were done it was still two hours until our flight even boarded. Thus began the waiting. For some reason we had the privilege of listening to the WORST news for an airport. I’m not even kidding you, they talked about airport security, airports that had let infected people on the no fly list board a plane, things about swine flu, terrorists…I mean, really?
Our first flight was into Chicago, and the three of us were quite literally the only people who were not businessmen/women on the plane. It was really entertaining. Our next flight left pretty quick after that one got in.
And then we were home, returned to the land of palm trees. I think it’s getting close to crash time. The trip was amazing, and I would love to go back again. But for now, home is good.










Just got word from the fabulous Television without Pity and (via TWOP) Entertainment Weekly, that we might be seeing the return of Chuck far sooner than the late Spring we originally thought.
Directed by Ruben Fleischer. Written by Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick. Starring Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone and Abigail Breslin.
So we start off right in the thick of things, upside down cars, blood, fire, people on fire…you get it. I see now why it’s being called the new Lost. Lost started off the same way, and also had Dominic Monaghan in it. There’s also the Kangaroo, which I’m going to equate to the polar bear of Lost. Now all we need is a random hole in the ground with a bunch of numbers.