February 27 - First Non-Work Trip!!

I came back to Boston a day early so my friend, Katie, and I could go to New York City for the night.  She had a friend whose band was playing there, so we went to see him play.  We got a place to stay on airbandb.com.  So excited to take our first non-work trip!!! 

If I were to summarize the night it’d go like this:

“Got searched at the airport, met a guy in a fox jacket, saw a concert, took fireball shots, ate subway, was taken to a back alley to use the restroom, dug through the garbage for my lost earing, drank Demon’s Water, then jumped out of a cab without paying…”  fortunately, we survived.

Here’s the detail:

We flew over, not in uniform (my idea) and were both stopped at security.  Katie left a water bottle in her bag.  I had a giant sized hair spray – it had to be pulled/trashed and then my bag re-scanned.  Then, the buttons on my pockets set off the metal detector so I had to be patted down.  Katie opted out of the metal detectors, so had to go through a full pat down.  Lol.  Def going to wear uniforms next time!

In JFK, we caught the train, rode an hour and got to our room in East Side.  Picked up the key from a deli across the street, grab some liquor and walk to our pad.  When we couldn’t get the door open, a guy with a feather in his ear opens it for us, “Hi!  You must be staying in the other room.”  We have one room in a two bedroom apartment.  I knew it was awesome when one of the two guys staying at the pad walked out in a jacket shaped like a fox.  Seriously.

I haven’t been dressed up to go out in so long, it was fun getting ready!  We wanted to go shopping and stuff beforehand, but ran out of time.

The concert was good.  The band played really well and we met a few weirdo’s in the crowd.  We chatted with Katie’s friends for a bit after the concert, then bounced around from bar to bar, having drinks, talking with people and enjoying ourselves. 

At the end of the night, we were both feeling pretty good and decided to hope in a cab back to our sleeping place.  Unfortunately for the driver, we pulled up our address on the GPS.  “Sir, you’re passing the street.  Ok, you can turn at this next one.  Turn!  You’re passing it again, turn!”  Our fare went from $4 to $7.50 and I started yelling at the guy, “we’re getting out of this taxi, you’re trying to rip us off. I told you to turn and you didn’t.  You’re driving way past our place!”  About then, I see a flash.  Apparently, he had a camera in the back.  Not sure the point of that, but we jumped out anyways.  And This is why I hate cabs.

When we made it back to the airport the next day, we both took a sign of relief…. And then laughed because we both felt the same way “ahhh, safe at home”.

As we boarded the plane, it started to snow.