Friday 7.17.98 0526pHST
The flight back was terrible. My cousin decided we spend the last night in NY in the city. Meaning no sleep whatsoever till the flight at 830aEST. I was up at 1000aEST the day before and drove to Tangers where there was a plethora of outlet stores. It was at the edge of the 495 (LIE) going east. I charged over 700 dollars on things from outlets such as Calvin Kline, Tommy Hilfiger, and Coach. We came back to my cousins house at about 900pEST. We packed. I confirmed the flight.
At about 1200aEST we headed toward the city. I took a short nap as my cousin drove west on the LIE making her usual toll-free short cut into downtown. I didn't really think I would be able to see the city again after Wednesday. It was good. It was hot. I loved it.
We parked the car in front of the Belvedere and ate at the McDz at the corner of 51st (or 50th?) and Broadway. It was the boy's and I third time back there. We had cookies, coffee and fries. Yum. We walked through Times Square. It was nice and empty, cept for the usual night people and homeless. I took it all in. I wouldn't see it again for at least another year.
We took a cab intending on going to the Plaza and possibly getting a horse and buggy ride. It was close to 230aEST. There were no horse and buggies. DUH.
Route change. Cousin told the cabbie to drive to the villiage. I'd never been there in the wee hours of morn. A black homeless person called me a motherfucker. Cool. I knew 4th St. better than my cousin. I was proud. It was stinkie. Extra stinkie because Friday was trash pick up day. Garbage was all over the sidewalks.
Another cab back up to the Benz in front of the Belvedere. Cousin drove us to this 24-hour EAT Diner. It was nice and cozy. We talked till 430aEST. I was exhauseted and so was the boy. As we headed back to LI taking the 57th St. route. I cried....but no one noticed. I closed my eyes and pretended to nap. The ride back made me nauseous(sp?).
We showered. My neice was awake. Both of them were. I loved them. When I hugged the eldest I could tell she was about to cry. "Email me", she said, and ran back into the house. I pushed back the lump in my throat.
We took back the rental car we used to go to Tangers.
Cousin drove us to the airport. I hugged her good and long, "you'll come back next year", she said. She's the best.
I said bye to my sister who I would be seeing next week once again as she treks back home to Hawaii too.
Broken sleep though out the journey back to the Pacific. All 12 hours of it.
I don't want to be here.
--SUN
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