A New York Minute

I would like to journal, but I don’t. Instead I now bullet point my life on tiny dot at a time. This week in a New York Minute I…

  • I searched high and I searched low and I searched again for an out-of-print book a friend let me borrow last Spring that I let see the worst part of a NYC commute.
  • I let panic set in when I couldn’t even find the book on Amazon
  • I finally found said book nestled among 8 miles of books on Broadway and 12th, just as it should be
  • I bought one of my rocking’ist friends these totally banging chopsticks for her birthday
  • I rang in her new year at Two Boots, where Italy meets Louisiana, over good conversation and a phenomenal plate of Dixie chicken
  • I started keeping intricate track of my sleep habits
  • I had to let that fly out the window when
  • I packed for a who-knows? trip via standby and well laid plans
  • I took a cab ride driven by the most hygienically annoying man I have been in a car with since the tenth grade when an ill-fated lottery draw put me next to Eric Kokkonenon the world’s longest field  trip in recorded history
  • I spent part of  my day considering the facebook de-friending of a boy who once interested me romantically and is now engaged
  • I laughed with the Duchess over the fun of delivering such messages via social media
  • Later that night at the airport Karma caught up with me when I not only ran into said boy but…
  • Had to pretend not to know he was engaged (damn you, facebook!)
  • Got the standby shaft from Delta while he did not
  • I grabbed my suitcase when I did not make the flight to Atlanta and trained it home
  • I had my fortune told in some weird kind of way by a very mystical Delta desk employee at Lagurardia  which led me to change my ticket to fly out of JFK instead
  • I got a mere 3 hours of sleep and trained it back to the airport, thrilled that this time I’d be able to ride the air train and thus wouldn’t need a cab…
  • Tried to cope with the reality of the Air Train being broken
  • Rode the sad excuse for the Air Train express bus instead
  • Hated on every single employee of NYC’s transportation machine, with an extra dose of Haterade saved for TSA and their monster employees
  • Took the first available flight out of NYC and landed myself in Las Vegas, Nevada
Photo by Jason Ludlow
  • Walked and Walked and Walked down the strip until I…
  • Figured out the over passes to the best of my ability
  • Decided to waste my life’s savings on a hotel room at the Bellagio
  • Arrived at the Bellagio to find that every. single. room. was. sold. out.
  • Thrilled to know that at least somewhere our US economy was doing its job
  • Ended up checking in at the MGM where I happily
  • jumped on one of the most luscious beds I have ever known
  • Met up with a good good friend
  • Met up with another good good friend (this one refused to take pictures that didn’t make our heads look siamese-twinned)
  • Was flattered at the number of comparisons that were made between my ultra posh hotel room and my apartment at 302 Court, ‘it feels the same’, I like the way you painted your walls better, etc. etc.
  • Partied into the night
  • Swam at the pool
  • Met some awesome new people
  • Walked and Walked and Walked
  • Laughed at everyone who complained about walking so far
  • Pathetically missed NYC
  • Got dragged to the NYC hotel to try to make me feel better
  • Laughed until I cried
  • Pocketed $20 given to me by a guy who had a wife who was anti-gambling
  • Screened a new game show for CBS
  • Brunched
  • Water sported
  • Won $40 in a hand of poker
  • Lost $40 at the slots
  • Watched True Lies on my not movie theater television
  • Didn’t order steak for room service
  • Fielded text after text after text reporting the torrential rain I am missing East Coast side
  • Revisited the spot I first fell in love with Las Vegas when I was ten years old, The Excalibur
  • Got in a car and drove hours and hours with my BFF, Brittany, of Grief and High Delight
  • Had the best time and didn’t even get car sick
  • Marveled at the still open space of the mid west
  • Arrived in Utah to realize that
  • My cell phone charger just couldn’t say no to the ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ slogan and had decided to stay at the MGM
  • I realized I couldn’t blame him, I’d have happily lived in that hotel until my dying day
  • Surprised my Gramma at my timely arrival in her living room
  • Went ‘shopping’ in my mom’s vegetable garden
  • Got the grand tour of the now brand new backyard. A+ mom, A+
  • Enjoyed a delicious meal as made with the team effort of my parents while overlooking the garden
  • Rebooked my return flight because, I don’t know if you’ve had anyone text you but planes aren’t getting in to JFK because it’s kind of raining or something…

So that’s this week’s New York Minute. How did you life go topsy-turvy this week? What did you do that you love? Who did you see you’d been dying to? Fill me in.

Categories: A New York Minute

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  1. How did you do all this in a weekend?
    You are crazy 😉
    I miss you! But I'm happy that you had fun in my old hometown and with the fam bam.

  2. I'm glad the universe pushed you to Las Vegas so you could experience Buffalo Wild Wings in its mediocre splendor and then drive in a car with me for six hours. 🙂

  3. This week I:
    • watched disgusting amounts of Millionaire Matchmaker.
    • spent way too much money at Michael's buying a new art/craft box & supplies.
    • joined Google + and
    • discovered the game City of Wonder which is super fun and is taking up too much of my limited time.
    • went to the Moonlight Amphitheater with my aunt and uncle and
    • saw HAIRSPRAY which was brilliant.
    • took my 8yr old cousin to Boomers/Family Fun Center with my aunt and uncle where I
    • bombed at mini-golf
    • dominated at air-hockey
    • defeated the “jack-pot” ticket game and
    • ended up with 208 tickets
    • which I traded in for glorious childhood favorites such as Dip-Sticks, Jolly Ranchers, Red Vines and Tootsies (the fruity kind).

    All in all, I'd say, so far, it's been a great week. What's next? I'm about to get started on some (hopefully) fabulous mixed media art project!

    Wish me luck! ❤

  4. Oh Summer, you have made my day. I think this has to be a thing. Next week I am inspired to bring a New York Minute to many.

    I cannot wait to see your mixed media art project!

    Also. I would KILL for some red vines!

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