Wednesday 7.22.98 1226pHST
Work sucks. It's fucked. They change everything in the three weeks I was gone. The tip system, rules, the employees. Two people quit while I was gone. WTF? I hate work with a passion now. Maybe I say that because I just got back from vacation???
So what I had planned to do to update myself and whoever is reading out there (ya right!) on my little trip back to NY was do a journal format with different pictures from each day and post it in the FUCK|IT section of the site. Then I thought, that would be asking too much of my lazy brain to remember and rehash the events that unfolded for each day I was gone. If I had kept a journal while I was there (which I was supposed to do but didn't because who wants to write on vacation.....I aint no die hard writer ya know!) it would have been perfect. Oh well.....
Anyway I decided to post up a photo(or photos) from each day I was in NY when I update BABBLE. From the photos I'll try to conjur(sp?) up the memories from that DAY....oh so dear to me...while I was gone. I sure hope you got all that because I don't.
6.29.98 --The first photo is of my feet at the St.Louis Airport. My ugly feet while I wore my favorite black pants. My ugly feet while I wore my favorite black pants wearing the prostitute shoes that were comfortable for the first 5 hours of the flight then hurt like a motherfuck after those first five hours. I loved those shoes! Why did they have to hurt.....I mean I wasn't even walking around in them! I was just sitting in my crappy ass airline seat(the last seats in the ass of the plane next to the bathrooms) for most of the 8 hours to St.Louis. Maybe my feet swelled up because of the altitude? I love to travel but I HATE flying. I hate being trapped in coach with hundreds of other people breathing recycled DRY air waiting forever and a day to get the flight attendant to get you a drink. At the end of the flight my sinuses were dryer than the boy's skin (inside joke) and my ass was numb from sitting in a chair for almost 8 hours. We got to St.Louis and the boy went into a smoking lounge while I took in the sights....oh joy another airplane....just what I wanted to see. So I snap a picture. Documentation done for that day. Our layover was for an hour and a half. I think the boy smoked like 4 cigs in that time period. Yuck.
I don't know why but I think the St.Louis TWA airport is purposely kept to a temperature equvilant to that of the North Pole. It was fucking cold in there! I was seriously shivering. I'm sure it was warmer in the smoking lounge but I'd rather die of frostbite instead of Lung Cancer. We got on the flight to Kennedy....it wasn't as bad.
We were in NY by 1130am. It was now 6.30.98 The thing about landing in JFK from St.Louis is you don't get to fly across Manhattan. I remember flying in from Chicago and seeing the city from the air. It was beautiful and took my breath away. You could even see Miss Liberty. I felt like a Jewish immigrant would have....I suppose. Too bad the boy didn't get to experience that. I wish he did.
My cousin picked us up almost an hour after we got our baggage. It was muggy and windy. Unpleasant weather but I was just happy to be back in the state. After twenty minutes of waiting the boy looked uneasy and so I explained to him how my cousin is ALWAYS late. Late but she usually shows up. She knew what time we were suppoed to get in and I told her that I'd call only if there were any changes. We got in on time so I didn't call. After 45 minutes go by I keep reminding the boy "she'll show up don't worry and if not I know the address we can always take a cab there". He looked at me with a "whatever" face. I think he was just entertained by the crazy man rapping along with his portable stereo yards away from us. I told the boy to look out for a silver Mercedes. Sure enough one passes by....but not in the pick up lane. Its in the bus lane which is like, accross the street. I squint my eyes to see if thats her. She missed the pick up lane exit which meant she had to drive around again to get the right exit. She eventually makes it to us and I was pleased to see all three of the kids in the back seat. They looked all the same. They hadn't changed in the year I was gone. I kissed them all and introduced them to the boy who I make sit in the front seat with the cousin. I wanted to do small talk with the kids.
We got to her house. We rested. Ate pizza and Coke served to us by the housekeeper and napped. We played with the kids. Jon saw fireflies. We were tired. We ate chinese. I was happy. It was nice. I missed the kids and my cousin. I was glad to be back.
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