After spending a lovely evening with HObama and ImPalin, I took the J train to Manhattan to meet up with YummYummy and Four Mojitos In. Being that I had arrived a day earlier than them, I had a few hours on my own. Due to the fact that the reservation was not in my name, I dropped off my luggage for storage until they arrived. The hotel was very kind – allowing me to use the internet a few different times while waiting for them to arrive.
I soon found out their plane was delayed, so I decided to head to a concert downtown. Although I hadn’t pre-purchased tickets, I figured I would take a chance. As I approached Union Square, I received a text from Good Eye Money Guy inviting me to join him at a work party taking place at the Bowery Hotel. Never one to refuse a party invitation, I told him I would see him shortly. I saw him shortly and also saw that my attire wasn’t entirely appropriate for the event. Fortunately, I have no reservations about who I am and boldly stepped in and stood out.
After a few drinks, we headed to the concert. Should you ever live in or visit New York, I strongly recommend enjoying a concert at Joe’s Pub. They regularly feature new and upcoming bands from around the globe for very low prices. Tonight’s band was Revolver, from France. I’m hoping they will, like one of their songs, “Get Around Town,” very soon. Luckily, YummYummy and Four Martinis In arrived in time to enjoy their entire performance.
After the concert, we decided to grab a bite to eat. While YummYummy, Four Martinis In and I were chatting, Good Eye Money Guy was talking with the server. “I ordered Prosecco and spring rolls for everyone,” Good Eye Money Guy advised us and added, “I’ll order for the table.” “The spring rolls are a nice touch,” YummYummy stated. “Well, I always tempt the ladies…..with my spring roll,” Good Eye Money Guy quipped.
It was at this time that I noticed my shirt. “Nobody told me I splooged on my shirt,” I told them. “I didn’t notice. You usually swallow everything,” Good Eye Money Guy replied. “I hope you’re writing this down,” YummYummy said to me. “Do you even read the blog?” I asked Good Eye Money Guy. “I did a few times, but it’s gone downhill since you stopped writing about me.” “You’re just as bad as That’s Not Chinese. Which, by the way, Prosecco and spring rolls – not very Chinese.”
After our fine dining experience we decided to call it a night. We entered the hotel and I told the concierge that my luggage was on the 7th floor. “The 7th floor? We don’t keep luggage on the 7th floor. That’s where all of our engineering equipment is located.”
“Shit,” I replied and then told YummYummy and Four Martinis In, “My luggage is at a different hotel.” We were staying at the Westin Times Square and my stuff was four blocks away at the W Times Square. We took a stroll uptown, graciously retrieved my bag and returned to the Westin without advising the W of my error. I truly have no reservations – anywhere.