Best trip EVER (by the Queen of Universal Statements)
OK, fine, I have to admit that I wasn’t completely 100% excited about the trip to New York. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE New York, but when you are so tired that the one thing in the world you want is sleep and you know that you’re traveling to the city that NEVER sleeps, a part of you wants to refuse the offer and stay at home. Fortunately, I was forced, well not forced, but obligated to go, as this was a trip for business, not for pleasure.
Day 1:
I go to bed at midnight and wake up at 2 to finish packing and get dressed to meet Chris and Brad at the office. I drudgingly make my way around the house, all the while reminding myself to focus on positive things. So, I tell myself that Chris had promised that as soon as we left town we would drive through McDonald’s for breakfast. This seems like such a small thing, but for a girl who loves food, I knew that the savory mixture of yogurt, fruit, and granola that is the McDonald’s parfait (a must if you’ve yet to try one!) would start the morning off right.
Oh, but things couldn’t have gone that smoothly… we paid for our breakfast at the elusive “first window” only to find out at the second stop that, alas, they were fresh out of parfaits, which was funny because they had only just opened… oh well! So we pulled into a gas station where I had my heart, and my stomach, set on a granola bar only to find out that, you got it, they had none. At long last, I decided on the next best thing and walked back to the car to enjoy my peanut butter crackers in silence.
A few hours later, we arrived at the airport in Shreveport. My brief nap had caused some serious mascara smudging, so I decided to make a “quick” stop in the restroom. So, there I was, freshening up, looking forward to some resting time before we had to board the plane, when an announcement was made that the flight to Atlanta (where we were scheduled to land before heading to New York) was about to leave; a last call if you will. Had anyone been in the restroom at the time, they would have certainly appreciated the look on my face as I grabbed my bags and ran for the door. My dearest Brad was standing there waiting on me, and he gave me just enough time to switch from high heels to flip flops so we could run to our terminal. Poor Chris must have been so stressed out… sorry!
Several tired hours later, we were in New York and we made our way to the exquisite Gansevoort hotel. We unpacked, sat around for a bit, and then, after having to remind the boys that I get hungry every two hours, we made our way downstairs to the Ono Sushi bar where we had an absolutely amazing meal.
Day 2:
We had initially planned on sightseeing, but realized that our efforts would be better spent working on the website which we did, all…day… long. It was actually a lot of fun though, so I’m totally not complaining! We did take a break long enough to go to a nearby diner, creatively – and accurately – named The Diner, and had a very nice lunch.
After ingesting my turkey burger, I headed back to the Gansevoort where I made my way to the amazingly tranquil G-Spa to have my hair done.
Now this, for me, is where things get serious. I could go on and on… and on… about how much I enjoyed my experience. I’m 23 years old and, thus, have had my hair washed at least a million times, but this wash was unlike any other. Even the way that the women dried my hair was unbelievable. Somewhere between the curling and the styling I realized why, exactly, it was that I was so thoroughly enjoying my time at G-Spa. I was being pampered – a first for a small town girl from Texas.
Though I honestly could have stayed there forever, I realized that I had been there for a solid two hours which left me with a whopping 20 minutes to take a shower and do my makeup. Thankfully, Chris and Brad were incredibly patient, and they allowed me all the time I needed. My white dress was the finishing touch and, though I knew it would only last a night, I kind of, sort of, as cheesy as it sounds, felt like, sigh, I’ll say it, a princess.
So off we were to Lotus Space where we would meet the House and Garden people. I had already prefaced the event by telling myself that it probably wouldn’t be a super huge deal and to just go with whatever happened. Not a big deal? Amanda, seriously… it was huge! Red carpet, velvet ropes, the whole deal. For about 30 seconds I felt out of my league, like everyone would somehow know that I didn’t belong, that I was a counterfeit socialite and that I really belonged back in the Piney Woods of East Texas. Then I reminded myself what Brad and Chris had instilled in me throughout the entire week: “own it.” So, I did, and thank goodness for that! I met so many amazing individuals that night and feel blessed to have had the opportunity to come in contact with such great people.
Dinner followed the portrait exhibit and Chris and I had a lovely time wining and dining with some of our new friends. The food at Sapa was AMAZING and was second only to the surrounding company. The last memorable moment of the evening is when Chris and I had the great fortune of meeting Andrew and Robbin… I love those guys and hope they’ll make their way to Texas very soon ;)
Day 3:
We decided to take a later flight so we could have lunch at the Hard Rock Café with Andrew and Robbin. The time passed by too quickly, as it often does when you’re having fun, and before long we were off to catch a cab to head to Atlanta.
And, so, you know how you always hear about those memorable cab rides when you swear you see your entire life flash before your eyes because, though you can’t be sure, you’re almost positive you won’t make it out alive. Yeah… definitely had that experience on the way to the airport. I was so incredibly car sick that I thought, or at least hoped, that I would pass out. Fortunately, deliria had kicked in by this point and I found every commercial on the radio to be the funniest thing I’d ever heard, so a majority of the ride was spent laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face.
The comedy of errors continues as we rode on a cramped plan through quite a bit of turbulence. I failed to mention that by the time we were actually on the plane, I was starving… STARVING I SAY! Midway through the flight, I grabbed Brad’s seat (he was seated directily in front of me) and yelled “FOOOOOD.” I think I scared some of the other passengers, but it was comedic relief for the people who were panicking over the turbulence.
We finally made it to Atlanta where we hopped on a shuttle so we could get some rest before heading to Shreveport.
Day 4:
The fourth and final day was one of mass hysteria as Chris, Brad, and all reached the breaking point where EVERYTHING was hysterical. Day four can more or less be summarized in only one line: Stranded in Shreveport, enough said…
Day 1:
I go to bed at midnight and wake up at 2 to finish packing and get dressed to meet Chris and Brad at the office. I drudgingly make my way around the house, all the while reminding myself to focus on positive things. So, I tell myself that Chris had promised that as soon as we left town we would drive through McDonald’s for breakfast. This seems like such a small thing, but for a girl who loves food, I knew that the savory mixture of yogurt, fruit, and granola that is the McDonald’s parfait (a must if you’ve yet to try one!) would start the morning off right.
Oh, but things couldn’t have gone that smoothly… we paid for our breakfast at the elusive “first window” only to find out at the second stop that, alas, they were fresh out of parfaits, which was funny because they had only just opened… oh well! So we pulled into a gas station where I had my heart, and my stomach, set on a granola bar only to find out that, you got it, they had none. At long last, I decided on the next best thing and walked back to the car to enjoy my peanut butter crackers in silence.
A few hours later, we arrived at the airport in Shreveport. My brief nap had caused some serious mascara smudging, so I decided to make a “quick” stop in the restroom. So, there I was, freshening up, looking forward to some resting time before we had to board the plane, when an announcement was made that the flight to Atlanta (where we were scheduled to land before heading to New York) was about to leave; a last call if you will. Had anyone been in the restroom at the time, they would have certainly appreciated the look on my face as I grabbed my bags and ran for the door. My dearest Brad was standing there waiting on me, and he gave me just enough time to switch from high heels to flip flops so we could run to our terminal. Poor Chris must have been so stressed out… sorry!
Several tired hours later, we were in New York and we made our way to the exquisite Gansevoort hotel. We unpacked, sat around for a bit, and then, after having to remind the boys that I get hungry every two hours, we made our way downstairs to the Ono Sushi bar where we had an absolutely amazing meal.
Day 2:
We had initially planned on sightseeing, but realized that our efforts would be better spent working on the website which we did, all…day… long. It was actually a lot of fun though, so I’m totally not complaining! We did take a break long enough to go to a nearby diner, creatively – and accurately – named The Diner, and had a very nice lunch.
After ingesting my turkey burger, I headed back to the Gansevoort where I made my way to the amazingly tranquil G-Spa to have my hair done.
Now this, for me, is where things get serious. I could go on and on… and on… about how much I enjoyed my experience. I’m 23 years old and, thus, have had my hair washed at least a million times, but this wash was unlike any other. Even the way that the women dried my hair was unbelievable. Somewhere between the curling and the styling I realized why, exactly, it was that I was so thoroughly enjoying my time at G-Spa. I was being pampered – a first for a small town girl from Texas.
Though I honestly could have stayed there forever, I realized that I had been there for a solid two hours which left me with a whopping 20 minutes to take a shower and do my makeup. Thankfully, Chris and Brad were incredibly patient, and they allowed me all the time I needed. My white dress was the finishing touch and, though I knew it would only last a night, I kind of, sort of, as cheesy as it sounds, felt like, sigh, I’ll say it, a princess.
So off we were to Lotus Space where we would meet the House and Garden people. I had already prefaced the event by telling myself that it probably wouldn’t be a super huge deal and to just go with whatever happened. Not a big deal? Amanda, seriously… it was huge! Red carpet, velvet ropes, the whole deal. For about 30 seconds I felt out of my league, like everyone would somehow know that I didn’t belong, that I was a counterfeit socialite and that I really belonged back in the Piney Woods of East Texas. Then I reminded myself what Brad and Chris had instilled in me throughout the entire week: “own it.” So, I did, and thank goodness for that! I met so many amazing individuals that night and feel blessed to have had the opportunity to come in contact with such great people.
Dinner followed the portrait exhibit and Chris and I had a lovely time wining and dining with some of our new friends. The food at Sapa was AMAZING and was second only to the surrounding company. The last memorable moment of the evening is when Chris and I had the great fortune of meeting Andrew and Robbin… I love those guys and hope they’ll make their way to Texas very soon ;)
Day 3:
We decided to take a later flight so we could have lunch at the Hard Rock Café with Andrew and Robbin. The time passed by too quickly, as it often does when you’re having fun, and before long we were off to catch a cab to head to Atlanta.
And, so, you know how you always hear about those memorable cab rides when you swear you see your entire life flash before your eyes because, though you can’t be sure, you’re almost positive you won’t make it out alive. Yeah… definitely had that experience on the way to the airport. I was so incredibly car sick that I thought, or at least hoped, that I would pass out. Fortunately, deliria had kicked in by this point and I found every commercial on the radio to be the funniest thing I’d ever heard, so a majority of the ride was spent laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face.
The comedy of errors continues as we rode on a cramped plan through quite a bit of turbulence. I failed to mention that by the time we were actually on the plane, I was starving… STARVING I SAY! Midway through the flight, I grabbed Brad’s seat (he was seated directily in front of me) and yelled “FOOOOOD.” I think I scared some of the other passengers, but it was comedic relief for the people who were panicking over the turbulence.
We finally made it to Atlanta where we hopped on a shuttle so we could get some rest before heading to Shreveport.
Day 4:
The fourth and final day was one of mass hysteria as Chris, Brad, and all reached the breaking point where EVERYTHING was hysterical. Day four can more or less be summarized in only one line: Stranded in Shreveport, enough said…
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