As you all know I had a fabulous trip to New York City where I was in a photo shoot and became a star. No, wait that last part was a dream. I didn’t become a star, but I sure felt like one.
I didn’t want to mix the good with the bad so here is a short post on the not so good stuff.
First of all, The City is lit up like a stadium on fourth of July. Which is great when you are driving, but not so good when you are trying to sleep. I was in Gemma’s room. She’s three. So I was dealing with a kind of short bed, a room that was not quite light enough to read in, but still plenty light.
Then there were the noises from the street. Remember, I live in the boonies. Night noises there are coy-dogs and owls, and occasionally the neighbor’s horses running through the yard. Brooklyn has all kinds of noises. The voices and shoveling weren’t too bad. The big trucks and snow plow, honking at all hours made me kind of crazy. Actually I kept getting up to look out the window because the landscape was so foreign to me. In fact I probably wouldn’t have minded if I wasn’t worried about looking old and haggard the next day. (I almost wrote old and Hagred!)
Then there was the cat. I’m allergic to cats. I locked myself in the bedroom so the cat wouldn’t sleep on my face and swell me up to 5x my original proportions. Unfortunately the cat was hiding in the closet. He woke me up by batting on the door trying to get out. Of course I was sleeping and though he was batting on the door trying to get in. I eventually figured it out after having a minor asthma attack. So Cat out and pillow over my head I tried again. The cat started banging on the door trying to get in! Then at 6 am Gemma got up and was so excited to see me that I got up just to spend some time with her.
Not too bad as far as the Dark Side. Except I got lost going home. I had a GPS but it wasn’t functioning. It kept telling me to drive to the designated route. But I didn’t know where the designated route was. So I winged it. I drove round and round Brooklyn before I finally got on the right freeway. But then I was worried I was going the wrong direction. Finally I pulled off at Laguardia Airport and called home. While on the phone hysterically talking to my husband I realized I forgot to flip up the antenna. Stupid. DH gave me simple directions in case I had trouble with the GPS again and I got out of the city. And I actually got home within about forty five minutes of my original estimate, so I wasn’t lost all that long.
There you have it. The Dark Side of my trip to New York City!