Well, technically I am in Boston as I post this, but having arrived last night, NYC is now home base for Rita and I for the next week. I just decided that I would spend Tuesday on a one day jaunt to Boston to sneak a little work in (because there’s nothing like an immediate departure to Boston to say “thanks for flying across the country with me, Rita”. – I’m a real catch, I tell ya.). So really, I just look at Monday “night” like a 6 hour layover in NYC until I make my connection to Boston.
AFTER today, though – watch out – the McConvilles take Manhattan when Mom joins us in NYC tomorrow (and you think NYC has vices NOW…just wait til my mother & I spend a week here). I had intended to make this an inexpensive Thanksgiving trip:
Flight….miles
Hotel….points (can you use points to pay for the smoker’s cleaning penalty?)
Taxi’s….Ummmm – 401(k) loan?
After the ride from Islip (apparently in Canada), I’ve decided to just buy a car for the remainder of the trip (why not have a car in one more city?). Apparently, someone forgot to tell the cabbies that there is a recession going on (oh wait…is that Richard Fuld from Lehman Bros driving my cab? I think HE knows about the recession).
Rita LOVES IT when I plan these trips on the cheap. (I don’t actually get better bargains than Rita – I just get a lot less for my money). And the hotel looked a little….ummm FREE. I told Rita not to worry, that ALL the hotels in NYC had 100% graffiti exteriors, but my reassurances have lost all credibility since the Las Vegas trip to Excalibur (apparently not EVER hotel on the strip is plush). Actually, despite its address on Graffiti Alley (can someone warn mom?), the hotel is not that bad.
But it is a little tiny. There isn’t so much a pathway from the bathroom to the wardrobe as there is a pinball chute. Getting both people and suitcases into the room proved challenging…Suitcase A is first, followed by Person A, then Suitcase B, Person B. Oh wait, now Person A is blocked by Suitcase B and can’t get out. Ok, maybe Suitcase A, then Suitcase B, then Person A, Person B? Now Person B can’t reach her suitcase to unpack. The whole scenario would have just been HILARIOUS if it weren’t midnight and I wasn’t two hours into my six hour layover. I was in no mood for a test question from my Finite math class.
And that was just day one…
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I believe my mother and I stayed in the EXACT same hotel room last November. Please inform your mother that they take the "No Smoking" rule VERY seriously! At 2:30 a.m. the fire alarm sounded throughout the hotel, three fire trucks were dispatched, and I was in no mood for evacuation. Come to find out through the hotel intercom system that it was just a false alarm as someone was smoking in there room. NYFD provided a nice hefty fine to said smoker and all went back to their closets, er, rooms! GOOD LUCK!
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