*Take 2....(yes. 2. I deleted the first one. Blogger FAIL!...are you surprised? ...I'm not... neither is my family.)
The morning started off with smiles and laughter...and a lot of luggage! (1 large, 1 medium, and 1 small suitcase...Oh! and a loaded backpack.....to be exact!)
(that's me and my backpack)
These smiles lasted about 15 minutes...Dominique and I loaded up the cab...and the adventure began.
Traffic in Astoria on Sept 19th, 2011...was JUST Terrible!
We left our lovely apartment at 8:35...by 9:20 we had just about reached Queensboro Plaza!!
We were supposed to be on the ROCK OF AGES tour bus at 41st Street between 8th Ave and 9th Ave at 9:15.
We were LATE. I was DYING. ...dying!
(no really I texted Stephen Kane (Franz) "I'm dying"..about 5 times!)
The cab...was NOT moving.
AT ALL!
literally.
I got a text from Dominique ..."we could walk there faster."
It was the truth.
Then, I saw a sign for the R train at Queensboro Plaza...
We had to get out of the cab and take the subway.
HAD TO.
I was stressed and upset. Dom was still not awake and texting Kate Egan about our lateness.
Our only option.... take our 3 suitcases EACH..through the subway.
Cue: the crying..
I don't know if YOU'VE ever tried to carry 3 suitcases and a backpack onto a subway train, but I never had and let me tell YOU....I don't want to do it ever again!
I was determined.
I went for it.
FULL OUT.
I grabbed my bags and left Dom to pay for the cab. I knew he didn't have the full amount to give him, but he didn't get us to the destination so I didn't want to give that cabby the full $32!
I grabbed my bags and rolled them bags first down flight 1 of stairs! SUCCESS!
I am buff.
I turned them around for some reason on the second landing...now I was pulling them down! Great Idea Katie!!
NOT.
I was wearing cowboy boots. They were slippery and I almost busted my shit like 3 times on the way down!!
...to my surprise a lovely black lady...we will call her Sally.. basically caught the falling bag and me a few steps from the bottom.
I must have looked a wreck. Sally helped me with my bag and held open the Emergency door so I could get them in easier. Miss Sally then hollered for this foreign man to carry my bag down the next flight of stairs. SO NICE.
right?
Sally saved the DAY!
Dom was...somewhere behind me? who knows! I wasn't worried.
He eventually made in down right as a train was arriving! I was hollering at him "HURRY DOM! It's HERE already!!!"
...like that helps Katie.
smart.
We got on...it was dramatic.
I definitely embarrassed Dominique. I couldn't stop laughing. Loudly...and talking Loudly.
I couldn't believe I just did that.
I apologized to everyone on the train..and started explaining our story to some random people. Why? Nobody knows.
...but finally...
We arrived at 42nd Street.
I got off that train and was determined to get up those stairs as FAST as POSSIBLE and in one trip.
(this lasted about 5 seconds)
I rushed ahead of Dominique and made one attempt to pull my 3 suitcases up.
Fail.
I barely lifted them off the ground.
Behind me...was Dominique.
Laughing.
..telling me... there is an elevator.
JESUS.
There is a God.
So...at 9:50 we finally reached the tour bus ...with lots of apologies and tears streaming.
-in true Mary Postotnik fashion- (that's my Mother..for those of you who don't know that character...she cries a lot..)
AND...you know what?
It turns out WE weren't even the last ones there...Lisa Finegold WAS!!
At 10:08 we boarded the bus and left NYC.
We were on our way.
York, PA...Yorktowne Hotel!
Couldn't wait.
I'll miss you city.
k bye.
love.
KPo
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