Much to Do
November 14th, 2007
Still much to do before I get my butt on a plane to NYC tonight. But when I come back the floor in the guest bathroom will be all done! Well, it’s mostly done now, just needs a few things like the toilet being set back in.
So sorry that this is my post for today. I hope to have a good post from New York tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this. Did I tell you all that when I went to Sacramento last month for work, on the cab ride to the airport from the hotel, the taxi driver got lost? Hello? A taxi driver couldn’t find the airport??? Isn’t that the ONE destination they MUST know? Has this ever happened to you? What’s your weirdest travel story?
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My weirdest travel story is also my worst. Coming back from London, stuck at the back of the plane in the middle section next to a British man who had not bathed since 1983. Oh god, the stench was AWFUL. I’m a cold person but the only way to manage the stench was to have my air vent and my husband’s blast on my full open to have “fresh” air circulating to keep the stink away. I’d do that until I was numb and shaking uncontrollably, wearing both of our jackets, then I’d turn off the air until I warmed up and start over. At one point he took off his fleece jacket which I thought would be an improvement (thinking maybe his jacket was dirty and that’s where the smell was coming from), but no, it turned out his jacket was keeping most of the odor in. I dealt with that for maybe half the flight and was utterly miserable, when for whatever reason he switched seats with his wife and she sat next to me and she smelled just fine. Couldn’t she smell him though? I mean, the man needed some Irish Spring in the worst way, how could she let him go through life like that?
Hope you have safe and uneventful travels!
Oh, this is good. In real-life it takes me over half an hour, so I’ll paraphrase.
My senior year, my parents and I go to Disneyworldland (whichever is in Florida). It is the trip from hell. We fight. We get a bad hotel. Everything goes wrong. We get ready to come home - there’s a huge storm in Texas and we can’t fly. We check into ANOTHER hotel. At 3 am, we get up to catch the flight back to Texas. We get home, but nobody can come get us from the airport. We take a super shuttle but when we get home, we have no key because the people who were picking us up had it, so we broke into our own house.
After that point, I considered never vacationing with my family again, but we just got back from New York and had a blast. Will you have time to go to Magnolia Bakery? It’s in the village, and it’s so good - better than Sprinkles. And cheaper. If you have time, you can take the Staten Island ferry across and back again. It takes and hour. Go at 7 (I think). It’s free and you’ll see views of the city that you wouldn’t otherwise get. Oh, and Top of the Rock, if you can squeeze it in. Totally worth $40. Take a camera.
You were in NYC and you didn’t let us know?!?! We’re hurt!