First, let me apologize for my lack of content. Youâ€™re surely devastated, and perhaps are writing me hatemail right now. Itâ€™s ok, I understand.
Iâ€™m not complaining by any means, but Iâ€™m totally worked to death. While this blog is one of my great passions, paid work comes first. Always. Last night while writing an article for Examiner (Iâ€™m a St. Johnâ€™s Nightlife Examiner, by the way), I passed out mid sentence at 12 a.m., at least an hour earlier than I usually get to sleep. Today Iâ€™m clear headed. Who knew sleep made such a difference?
Anyway, in the past few weeks Iâ€™ve been scrambling to get things together for New York City. My blurry weekend in Halifax aside, this is the first real vacation Iâ€™ve had since last summer. I realize Iâ€™m attending a travel bloggers conference and all, but Iâ€™ve decided to ditch the laptop and fully immerse myself in the city.
Immerse, indeed. Last weekend, by some miracle, the sun came out full force and I blew off all my chores to sunbathe with my Frommerâ€™s NYC guide on the back deck. The result is a list of things I want to see and do that will require 5 years to complete.
In reality, TBEX will take up 90% of my time. Even Friday evening thereâ€™s a kick-off party, and before that, Iâ€™m sharing a meal/drinks galore with Steph, Cailin and Pam (and whoever else wants to join!). Saturday morning, I have to put my hangover on hold to attend the conference, doling out Newfoundland & Labrador materials and tossing my business cards around like confetti and crack. Immediately following is a TripAdvisor party, supper with the Matador editors (SO excited), and a BootsnAll party. And seeing as how itâ€™s Saturday night, I sure as hell wonâ€™t be going home at 10.
Repeat on Sunday.
Never mind the people I really, really hope to spend time with (and the others Iâ€™m sure to meet along the way!). I have a little Word document on my computer with a list of people I want to shake hands with/grope/hug. Thereâ€™s a lot. Iâ€™m also pretty aerie-faerie at times, so if you introduce yourself to me and I stare at you blankly, just punch me in the face. Or run up to me and hug me, I don’t believe in personal space.
Plus the sightseeing, my gawd! The Broadway show, Ground Zero, dive pubs, the Statue of Liberty, MoMA, Central Park, Times Square, Rockefeller Center.
I expressed my distress to my travelling companion, Kirsten, about not fitting everything in. She told me (in nicer terms), â€œSuck it up, princess. NYC will always be there.â€
Itâ€™s true. Iâ€™m not going to map out daily itineraries. I feel like this trip is the culmination of many forces drawing me to the city. Iâ€™m not a big-city person, and I never cared about seeing NYC, but I awoke one morning after a dream which took place there, and I said, â€œIâ€™m going.â€
Then I won the Frommerâ€™s travel guide. Then TBEX announced their NYC location, and I discovered I could get to the city for less than half the Airmiles it would take to get me to Alberta. For real.
So now the time is approaching and Iâ€™ve bought a sexy new suitcase and tote bag, the hotel is booked and Iâ€™m ready to go. So, so ready.
Who else wants to meet up for a few beers, exchange travel stories and hit on strangers in the grand city of NYC? Let I know.
I meant to tell you my other travel plans, but this is a little long-winded. Just know that they involve ferry rides to isolated towns without paved roads and trying to recapture my childhood by searching for Mash Gush Falls.