I just realised that I left my DSLR camera to laptop connector AT HOME. I know, Mrs Woog is just as angry at me as I am at myself. And as you all would be too. I have spent the past 24 hours taking snaps of each meal, each champagne and wine, each sleep and part of the journey so far and now? Well, I’ll have to wait until I get to a camera shop in the morning. Until then I’ll have to take some bad snaps from my phone.
We left yesterday morning at 6am. This was me looking fresh and excited and ready. I can assure you that 24 hours later I was not looking as fresh, I had my period, I had 3 hours sleep, but I was just as excited.
We trotted ourselves into the lounge, ate some hash browns and bacon and I went to the bathroom approximately 34 times. I was NERVY.
I told Mrs Woog that I might cry a little over the next two weeks. Over missing the girls and Rob, over a good cocktail or a really good meal, over an art work, or building or slice of pizza. She just nodded and smiled and thought I was talking shit until we took our seats in Business Class and I promptly burst into happy, grateful, how is this even happening to me tears.
The trip was good, real good and I have an entire post to come about that. So I’ll fast forward until we got to the airport and to the driver that Mrs Woog had arranged for us through one of her readers. Percy, the world’s nicest man picked us up and drove us to our apartment. He had a bunged up town car with the most hilarious sign that ever there was used to pick someone up with. Ripped out A4 paper wedged into his car window for “Miss Woog”. Classy like. We loved Percy and he didn’t mind one bit when I squealed and (almost) cried as we drove over the bridge into Manhattan.
There were yellow cabs! And streets called 2nd Avenue! HOLY SHIT I AM IN NEW YORK.
We arrived at our lovely little apartment. It’s perfect. Better in real life than it was online and we have both perched ourselves up with our macs on our laps trying to recreate Miss Bradshaw pondering as we look out the window to the city.
We decided to go out, grab something to eat and rolled 2 quick G & T’s and a beer before we got some wine to take home. We stopped for a ciggie on the stoop. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU DO IN NEW YORK.
I like to gauge the price of a town by the price of champagne and chemist goods and a bunch of bananas. After picking up some OPI’s for $8.50, Architectural Digest for under $6 and noticing I can get a bottle of french for $40, I think New York and I are going to get on quite well.
I’m not sure how we are still awake – on about 3.5 hours sleep over the past 24 hours, yet here we are, sipping a cold sauvignon blanc and trotting out a blog post on the lounge in front of the TV – not much changes. Tomorrow morning I’m going to get out for a walk first thing, then we plan on shopping – I have a camera connector to get now don’t I? Now, if you will excuse me, I need to finish this wine and pass out for 7 hours.
Good night Australia!