January 25, 2011
Oh, hi there.
FROM NEW YORK CITY!
*awkwardly makes some imprecise hand gesture that I'm not sure actually means anything*
Jason and I have escaped the clutches of our germ-encrusted children for a little getaway this week, where we can expose ourselves to culture and an entirely new city's worth of viruses and bacteria. Especially since it is, according to some very reputable cab drivers we've spoken to, approximately negative 57 degrees outside and you are risking iciclehood just by walking outside.
We arrived yesterday. So far we've:
1) Learned about the effect of cold weather on Amtrak trains, which seems to be similar to the effect of snow, ice, rain, electrical storms, wind, understaffing, overcrowding and/or cows standing around on the track. In other words: DELAYS. LOTS OF 'EM.
3) Checked into hotel.
4) Stripped hotel bed and inspected for bedbugs.
5) Found no bedbugs.
6) Ate $8 container of hotel Pringles.
7) Took a nap.
8) Had dinner with my sister and brother-in-law.
9) Bought $1.77 replacement for hotel Pringles at drugstore.
10) Slept some damn more.
Today should be every bit as exciting. And more! We're actually here with a little help from Travelocity for NYC Restaurant Week (and my buddy Holly). (Oh my God, do you see what I just did there? THAT WASN'T EVEN INTENTIONAL. I'm sure that doesn't make it any less tired and groanworthy for Holly, though.) This means -- and I am not lying -- I get to meet the Roaming Gnome today and talk to him before our meals.
I'm actually kind of stressing about this: What does one SAY to the Roaming Gnome? What are appropriate topics of conversation? What should I wear? What if I do that awful thing where I devolve into a giggly starstruck moron around anyone vaguely famous or who has ever appeared on television, finding out too late that my easily-impressed self also does that around wisecracking corporate mascots?
Maybe I should start with a shower and some coffee. Will write more later, post-Gnome, provided my fingers don't just freeze the hell off or we get lost in an urban snowdrift or something.