I need a vacation from my vacation

[tiamatlady]

Well I shouldn't be surprised, I always come home from NYC exhausted.

Let me give a public recap, I know you guys are dying inside *grins*


Friday
Got up when I meant to, bustled about, was feeling rather smug about having "plenty" of time. Then realized I didn't, I had to answer a work email, which wasn't simple, AND repack to get my boots in the bag, and take my sneakers out. I also forgot I probably wouldn't be seeing the inside of a computer and had to whip out a couple of emails, and when THAT didn't work (WTF?) hit up AIM to poke the parties. RUN outside.

To find it's pouring. and I Have no umbrella with me, and I'm only wearing my CXS hoodie. Debate going back in for sweater and umbrella. Decide I'll miss the bus, and after I get ON the bus I won't need them. AND If I got cold in NYC I'd go to KMart or the NEW TARGET (*dies of joy*) and get something. Get on bus, to find vague relative driving (OK, he's the stepson of me deceased grandfather, via his second wife, who is also the older sister of my mother's long standing boyfriend. DO NOT try and wrap your head around it, only D can figure it out, with 20 years of experience.) We chat about stuff to the station. Trip to bus is uneventful, getting around South Station is uneventful, except for me cursing my "heavy" bag. This bag thing will return later; all you need to know now is that I took a classic sized carry-on with wheels, and a satchel style bag, that's actually a piece of luggage and has a handy strap that lets it attach to the pull handle. I LOVE IT, I want two bigger pieces to match my pretty purple bag now!

Get on the bus, don't get my last seat with all the room, get the other last seat in front of the bathroom, and get a very grumpy seatmate, whom had a hissie every time I shifted, and got defensive every time she poked me. They were all an accident, it was fine with me, but she had issues. *shrugs* I read my book, listened to Duran Duran then really needed the Cruxshadows and got about halfway through the catalogue. I took a page out of feline's dresscode, and wore my cellphone on vibrate in my shirt (Although not down a corset *grins*) Which means at just after three when HE called I wasn't totally shocked. He was already out of the test, and I was still, it would turn out, only halfway to getting to him. So I told him I'd keep him updated, and I'd meet him at the hotel.

We were late into the station, but probably only about 15 minutes, despite heavy shitty traffic. damn detours everywhere. Thanks to my seatmate's attitude and my lack of desire to deal with her by getting up, I had to PEE VERY BADLY! No bathroom love on the bus (and next time I WILL rethink bringing water and a soda! And I'll get a sammich instead of just snacky things.) nothing I could find in Port Authority (and I'm not sure I wanted to pee there anyway) and a LONG wait at the taxi stand. While I know Chinatown would have been worse, and there was a nice place to wait and not get trampled by peeps trying to get a cab, it was rush hour. The subway wasn't convenient to the hotel (not the lines at PA, it would have been MUCH longer, although cheaper) and it was really too far to walk with luggage (West mid 40's to EAST 31st. Um, naw thanks) I pity poor poetman who called while I was doing the pee-pee dance, stuck in traffic himself, and I had a short conversation then HAD to go deal with getting a cab, since I wasn't sure if I COULD wait at that point.

The cabbie was a jerk, I don't mind them talking SOME and it was a decent fare, although you'd think he was carrying me on his back. I called CB to tell him I was arriving, and the cabbie suddenly pulled up at the front door and bitching at me about if I was getting out (UH I was getting your money asshat!) I thought I'd stiffed him a bit on the tip, tried to give him another dollar to find him ignoring me now, in favor of a new fare, so I said "Screw you." I get out, get into the hotel, and he comes out of the elevator to meet me. We trek up to the room, which was VERY posh, with the "Moresome Shower." *evil grin*

The shower needs it's own paragraph, and I'm cutting this anyway. The bathroom was all tiled (nice little rich blue tiles) and it was effectively cut in half by the glass doors of the shower. It was about the size of a decent walk in closet, possibly like my closet if it wasn't full of clothes. It had a door, and the rest was solid glass wall. the controls were on the far wall and directly in the center overhead, a rainfall showerhead. He was in heaven, as he's tall, and his current living situation has him a smidge cramped. He fit on the large bed AND in the shower. I said "You could have a threesome in this shower! Or More!" and that's how it became the "Three or More-some shower" or just Moresome by Saturday.

I settled a bit, and found him with TWICE the shoes and TWICE the luggage, for one extra day. I'm not kidding, I had the sneakers I was wearing and the tall boots. He had dress shoes, sneakers, combat boots, and the russian officer's boots, and I SWEAR there were hiking boots there. I was Quite Proud of my packing job. He got me to unpack some, and I realize my packing style is "cram" versus his. *sighs* Maybe I need a class.

We walk to Republic for dinner. Yes I said I walked. It actually wasn't that bad, and he has this innate sense of direction that kept us from getting too lost. We ordered drinks, which were EXPENSIVE! He had a vodka tonic, and I had one of their specialty cosmos, but SHEESH! I knew it would be up there but not $20 up there. And the bartender addressed him, and only looked at me when the money came his way (I insisted on taking him to dinner, we actually had a pretty equal weekend money spending food wise, but I wanted to pay for dinner as he was being nice enough to share his hotel room, believe me I owed him WAY MORE) Dinner was OK, but I wasn't as thrilled as before, I might not be going there too often, it's time to find somewhere else to eat I think.

Then we walked back up to Times Square in search of dessert. We ended up at a place I've gotten pastries from before. Very good, but the cheesecake was too cheesecakey. HE got a HUGE piece of chocolate cake, and ate the whole damn thing. I was damn impressed. About this time tho, he starts telling me about his feet. He did some walking earlier, to his test and back. A total of 5 miles. EACH WAY. In the dress shoes. Blister city. Now, he's a tough guy, and has hiked with worse, so he's not complaining, but he needs off his feet. We get back to the room, and curl up to have a break.

The break ended up being staying in. I don't think I've EVER NOT gone out on a Friday in NYC. But I was tired, and after I actually got a look at the blisters I wasn't asking him to go out. I kept reacting to my shock, and he kept inviting me to go. Yeah right *grins* We ended up talking until the both of us passed out.

He also watched Kate and Leopold, a chick movie I can't bring myself to watch in more than parts. heh. Movie slut.



Saturday

He gets me up about 9ish but by getting up, not forcing me awake and getting me moving. I was never forced out of bed or gotten up. I liked that. We get ready, and I put on the new boots, with some trepidation. My sneakers had hurt me feet the night before. On that note, I LOVE THESE BOOTS - I had NO PAIN at all, no blisters, nothing. And we did substantial walking. The only point of annoyance, was my heels where my sneakers had caused irritation. YAY new walking boots! Best deal ever!

We start with breakfast/lunch at a simple local diner. Very Yummy. Then onto the subway (his first trip) to St Marks. Into Trash and Vaudeville for shoes for ME, but no love size wise (they had the Demona boots with the heels like my cute shoes, but not in my size, I know they'll fit now, so if I see them in a good price I can snap them up) and we browsed. True to form, he looked at coats. *grins* he liked one thing, that I didn't, but it was overpriced, and required lots of adjusting.

Off to Freaks to see deadtapewrm I never did call him back after that, but you know this time I was distracted *evil grin*. I was looking for fishnets and I SO need to hit Torrid for a few pairs, I still have the giftcards. I'm considering ordering from the website, but I actually have to call to use the cards.

After another quick call to marienkafer we're off to Chinatown this time. We wander the streets, in search of Hello Kitty fans (which I failed at feline I saw ONE and didn't snap it up. I'll have another chance soon tho, and I brought you some other things *evil grin*) while waiting for A. I wander by a small Verizon store with different covers for my phone, which I get WAY too exited about. We dodge in, and I buy and have installed (so as not to void the warranty! Wheee) a new blue cover, which is SO shiney, but I think I should have gotten the clear blue one. The best thing is the new soft light up buttons on the phone now. And I got a phone charm, that I was buying for feline but I like it too much *lol* if you like it I'll get you one. It's a Hello Kitty, but an Egyptian Pharaoh Hello Kitty. I'm dying of cuteness.

We meet up with A, and DimSum was had by all. Then there was wandering, and my disappointment in the revamp of the dirty warehouse style store in Chinatown. I was hoping he'd find the shoes he wanted, but it's all different. That's OK tho, I wouldn't mind going in there when I can wander all over, I hate dragging people along for things that bore them and I So didn't want to make them wait for me while I trailed about(geez I'm well trained eh? Not by you two tho, I mean some others who make me feel as if ANYTHING I want to do is stupid.) I did some out with some yummy Pocky, some other things, and a tea. We'd also gone to my favorite die of cuteness mall in the area. We've been invited back for the party in two weeks, and I might have to pop to Chinatown to this little mall, to get a Sesshomaru plushie, which one of the stores had but was out of. Stupid boys and their need for Hentai had me waiting for 20 minutes just to get told no. A got the cutest cell charm, it says "Bird" with a little purple bell. So Cute!

We work our way back to long stretch in the Village, back towards Funhouse, and A goes off to get some stuff and rest before Albion/Batcave. We pop into Funhouse, where I find a WELL marked down dress, that fits. It needs some work, mostly replacing buttons, but the price was right and it'll fit nicely with my corset on. It's a pretty purple, with poufy sleeves, and I like it a lot. I need to see it in the blacklight to see any other problems; I think it's a display item since it's missing buttons and has faded areas.

He and I head back to the hotel. He's limping slightly and we wanted to rest before going out. I pop across the street to get cheap Chinese food. he was going to order room service, but I can't pay $27 for a pizza no matter HOW GOOD it was (I ran into another guest on the elevator, who admired the smell of the food, and told me about the pizzas) He was decidedly gratified I'd gone for food. I mean he was tired and in some pain, WHY should he go get it? I was the one hungrier too. He assumed he was going to get it, since he's the guy, and guys do that. I HAVE feet you know, and I wasn't the one with blisters. It's weird to be treated that way, I'm unused to it. But he also has to get used to having someone around who can and will do for herself, and him. Not ALL the time, but sometimes.

So we get ready and go to Batcave. HE just has to dress (although he does shower, he abused the hell out of the shower) _I_ have to do makeup and pick an outfit. He let his shoes dictate the outfit, since he needed to be comfy. Classic black coat white cuffs. Nice. I end up in my purple boot cut London skirt, my lacy Fred's shirt, and my black corset. I Couldn't Get Into The Purple One. THIS more than anything is getting my fat ass on a diet - that was an EXPENSIVE CORSET! But I was more comfy in the black one. One of the other things I got was my perfume on the streets of Chinatown. Hee hee hee. I'm not pissy with my Ebay seller now that I have a whole bottle of what I wanted. It was an uncapped tester that I DIDN'T want to buy before. But have now, for the same price. Yay!

So we go out, and walk to the BatCave It was a nice walk actually, and I didn't get too gawked at. We get there VERY EARLY there was hardly anyone around. I end up chugging two rum and cokes, and he his first drink. He had three whole drinkies, one vodka tonic, two shots of Nast *shudder* I had two cheap rums, and two Captains and was BOMBED for about a half hour (those of you that remember my 30th birthday - yeah like that, except I didn't grab anyone's ass, nor did I kiss someone's brains out. although I was tempted!) Lovely A showed up, and I'm sorry I was so drunk, I just wanted to get loose. *grins* But the major buzz was only for about an hour, around 2:30 I felt happy but not hammered. He was dancing and had to limp off the floor. The both of use were wiped, and his feet really hurt, so we took off then, and I felt his pain every step back to the hotel. he refused a cab tho. We get back, and I get in the shower. By the time I was done, he was out like a light. I've never seen him so tired like that. I curl up and pass out.



Sunday

Actually, very low key. We were both subdued, although not hung over (heh I did NOT get a hangover from the cheap rum thank YOU - only cheap vodka does that.) Shower and repack, and we were actually out of the room, and downstairs by 10:30. He walks to where he'd parked his car, which was admittedly a long way. I wanted to go with, or instead of, but neither of us wanted to take the luggage, and his car is a standard which I can't drive (yet) so he went alone. I heard Tori Amos' "Little Earthquakes" while in the lobby, which was FREAKY in such a posh place and decidedly inappropriate *grins* Well it was early. The doorguy helped me get all the luggage to the curb when he pulls up, and says "Just let me know when your husband pulls up, and I'll help him with the bags." *silly grin* I didn't bother to correct him.

We stop at Denny's for food on the way home, rather than stick around in the city, and I practically had to force him to stop. _I_ was hungry dammit, just becuase he wasn't in the mood for breakfast isn't my problem, he managed to eat anyway. The ride home was strange tho, full of ex girlfriend's mix CDs and Bel Canto. We were being pissy I think, and got into a bit more harsh bickering over one thing or another. I think both of us had issues leaving the hotel room bubble. Me to work, and teh Unit, and him to the lack of response about his test. So I don't think it was major. he dropped me off and left for parts unknown, and I felt - oddly bereft.


So that was it. I unpacked sorted dirty clothes and vegged. poetman came by for a late dessert, and chat and I'm glad he did, I wasn't liking where my alone mind was going.

Now it's all over. I've had two cups of coffee while writing this. I have to shower and get ready for work. My head oddly hurts, probably since I was wiped last night and wasn't able to sleep til late, just getting stuff done. I'm also finally sore from walking. I kinda wish I had today off. I'm going to take tonight off once I get home, just relax, and get caught up. I have some things to print too, and a few items to deal with, although I might take some of my work with me, and once I'm done with the client just work on other things, in the quiet and lack of distraction of the office.

Teh Unit leave Saturday for a family wedding and she'll be gone most of next week. That'll be nice, but I wish it were THIS week.

Anywhoo I should get moving. I've slacked long enough, unfortunately.