March 7, 2004

In a New York minute (weekend)

Too much time on a bus, getting lost several times, quality family time, and riding on practically every type of transportation...including the NYC subway.

Let's say that my trip was very eventful.

10. My dad getting searched on his way to the Statue of Liberty (he had to take off his shoes, his belt and all the change that lined every pocket in his pants. It took us fifteen minutes to put him back together. We almost missed the ferry. He walked away saying, "Never again!"
9. Jumping on the Staten Island Ferry to see the Statue of Liberty at night and in the fog...finding out that the statue can only be seen from a distance and only in good visibility. Oh well, the boat ride was free.
8. Getting stuck in several revolving doors throughout NY. My dad and I got caught in the same compartment at the NYC Library and his arm got smashed. We stopped the doors; he eventually unstuck himself as I moved like a mouse on a wheel, trying to get the doors moving again. The guys on the other side of the doors, trapped, just rolled their eyes, as if to say, "Insolent tourists."
7. We ate at a Chinese buffet, and we all got screamed at for getting our own food out of the buffet, supposedly you can only get five items. "Only fi items!!!!" screamed a Chinese server. I though I had murdered her only son or something.
6. I stopped in the middle of the street several times when I saw the orange hand light appear. I was paralyzed by that hand-STOP. Thank God my sister pulled me along...
5. My mom screaming at us up and down Broadway. We didn't know where we were going. She tends to like a plan, and well, we are from no-wheres-ville Pennsylvania and we didn't know where we were going. We got to go everywhere we planned, though. NYC transportation is better than I expected. That is, if you take the subway. Thanks Dad for your street map skills. I think I got the subway and bus thing down, though.
4. We walked into the Plaza Hotel--the concierge didn't stop us either. I guess we have the look of the upper-class. Ha. My mom kept saying, "Look for celebrities. Ya see any?" No, Mom.
3. Our horse-drawn carriage driver in Central Park had a horse named "Simba" that would walk on command. We were all pretty astounded by that, and that we had the only Arabic driver. The rest were really hot Irishmen. Woohoo. Our driver said, "Do you want me to talk, or do you want a nice quiet ride. Sometimes when I get talking, you can't shut me up." He knew so much, and we were glad he spoke. Even if it was BS, which I doubt, he was a nice man. Everyone in NY is so nice if you have money. :-D
2. Dear mother got herself caught in the NYC subway doors. They shut in on her and she had to pry them apart. The train kept calling out commands: "Please step inside the train completely, and the doors will close," but she had to disentangle her new scarf from the doors and then step in. I thought I was going to die laughing.
1. Our first cab ride: All four of us--grown adults--wedged together in the back of a cab. I sat on the floor and watched my family crush themselves in. We looked like an overstuffed sausage. Thank you Bhindiny Muhammed wherever you are for not killing us (as much as you tried to). I have met a worse driver than myself. Or was he better? I really don't know. They have to put up with a lot. Including Indian folk music playing throughout the cab. Thank God he knew English. I have never had such a good time. Brushes with death seem to have that effect on me.

We did everything. I will not list them all. We bought T-shirts. Did what tourists do best. I don't think my family will ever go on a family trip ever again. For several reasons that will remain assumptions.

My mom and dad said they would never return. I can't wait to go back. Generational difference? Probably.

I loved the hustling world of NY. But I want to live there, belong there, not just visit. If not New York, then another city. I think this trip was a prelude of things to come.

About the bus trip. We switched buses because of a certain "cackling hen," as we liked to call her, on Bus One. Poor Dad had to sit in front of the woman for 500 miles, while she talked and cackled the entire way. When we changed buses along with another part of our group, I thought all hell would break loose. But it didn't. Apparently we stole someone's seats, but I say 'ya shuffle them, ya lose 'em'. They talked in that line of conversation for about 2.5 hours, until the movie was switched on. Adults can be so much like children. Pop in a video and you can shut them up for hours. hehe. Everyone rode and we returned safely.

Yes, I had my NY cheesecake--and just like the city--it was amazing. I might make the return trip just for that. :-]

Posted by Amanda Cochran at March 7, 2004 10:30 PM

NYC ... the city with the official Letterman countdown ... I see you learned well the NYC style.

Glad to hear you had fun. I love NYC and I'm wishing I would have gone. I'm almost burnt out this semester and I think I need a break from Greensburg.

Oh and by the way ... I need to talk to you.

Posted by: Brian at March 7, 2004 11:27 PM


Posted by: Amanda at March 7, 2004 11:50 PM

Glad to hear that the trip had no major incidents, Amanda. Getting wedged into all sorts of transportation seems to be your forte, but I say, stick to what you're good at :^)

I'm thrilled you had your cheesecake, and I can't wait to talk all about it with you. Not just the cheesecake, though. We can talk about other things. I allow. ;^)

Posted by: Karissa at March 8, 2004 11:22 PM


I am glad that you enjoyed your trip. I thought that you would make a Positive Top 10 list instead of a negative one though. I love New York and I am sure you did also. Adults usually don't like the city much, getting lost and impatient is what really makes everyone mad. I am glad you got your cheesecake, I want a sliver. We'll go sometime together and you will have a memorable time!

Posted by: Firefighter Chica at March 9, 2004 1:38 PM
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