Okay…I don’t exactly HATE New York but I’m beginning to think it hates me.
The last time I was in NY was when I was still drinking. I had too much to drink one night at a business function (imagine that) and spent the entire night throwing up in my hotel room and dehydrating myself to the point that my entire body was cramping. Of course, I thought it was food poisoning because there was no way my brain would let me think it was the alcohol. Later, I had to admit that I had crossed a line and probably given myself a touch of alcohol poisoning.
So I approached my visit this time without any trepidation, after all, I’m sober now right? No way I’m going to get sick this time right? I mean, I almost NEVER throw up…RIGHT?
Right after I posted yesterday I started feeling…um…not well. I had been fighting a headache and a 300 pound head the entire time I had been there but I pushed through, ignored it and just thought it was allergies. Ragweed to be specific. Again…WRONG!!!
Before I knew it, I was in the Ladies Room losing my pumpkin spice latte and anything else I eaten since…oh I don’t know…1974? All I could think was, “What the hell is it about this city that makes me hurl?”
Then all I could think was, “I want to go home…now.”
I called corporate travel and they were able to get me on a 3:30 pm flight as opposed to the 7:00 pm flight on which I was originally booked. I said my goodbyes (from a distance) and headed to the airport.
Now here’s where God sent some angels to hold my hand and get me home.
First, corporate travel had screwed up (surprise, surprise) and not only was I not on the 7:00 flight but I was not on the 3:30 flight either. Angel #1 was the gate agent because not only did she get me on the 3:30 but she upgraded me to first class. Yes! I would actually be able to sleep on the way home.
Except that nothing was leaving LaGuardia, on time, yesterday. Fog (yes…fog…can you believe it) had delayed everything at least an hour…maybe two. I sat by my gate, unable to get comfortable and feeling miserable. About to cry miserable. So I decided to find the USAirways Club and buy a day pass so at least I could be comfortable until my flight left. I didn’t even care what it was going to cost…that’s how bad I felt.
Angel #2. USAirways and Delta are sharing the same space right now for their flight clubs as USAirways builds a new space. The Delta agent at the door told me it would be $50 for a day pass. I handed her my card and my boarding pass. She punched some buttons and handed me back my things and whispered, “I didn’t charge you. Hope you are feeling better. We have ginger ales and tea if you’d like some.”
I was able to wait it out in relative comfort in close proximity to a very nice ladies room. It was heaven. I slept without fear of someone stealing my crap. I eventually boarded my flight and made it home by 7:30 pm…and went straight to bed. I still feel like shit today but at least I’m in my own home feeling this way.
I’m not sure if I will ever set foot on the island of Manhattan again (even though I’m supposed to go in November for work), because I am now convinced that it hates me. But I will say this, the city may blow but the people of New York ROCK the planet.