Oh, Fred.
I am FINALLY getting around to writing up some of the funny stories from our latest trip to New York. (Took me ... 10 days. Yeesh.)
Okay, so. We took the bus up there. Only $35 roundtrip -- that's a pretty sweet deal. And we had this bus driver, Fred. He was pretty darn hilarious. Let me put it this way ... he was very clear about the way things would be on HIS bus. And he also gave some helpful tips regarding the importance of not missing the bus BACK to DC at the end of the weekend. Apparently, "That Chinese bus ... they'll get you there fast, but they ain't got no brakes."
This thoroughly amusing ride was just the beginning.
We had a wonderfully fun weekend, filled with a perfect mix of shopping, sight-seeing, great dining, fun nights on the town, and a loooong walk through Central Park. Honestly, the pictures -- alllll the crazy, silly, goofy pictures -- tell the story pretty well. Be sure to catch the pic of me eating my first Central Park hot dog, me and Jenna in front of Radio City Music Hall, us doing our perfume pose in Sephora, our Rambo tattoos, me and my buddy Jack, etc., etc. :)
But one story for which we don't have any photos to share ... our rather ridiculous journey to catch the bus back to DC.
We left Paull's upper-east-side apartment, having been advised that it would be best to take a cab. Didn't take much to persuade us on that; at that point, I was weighed down with a back-pack, duffle bag, pillow, and shopping bag FULL of new stuff. So we hail a cab, climb in with all our junk, and are on our way. We ran into a lot of traffic, though ... which slowed us down significantly. Significantly. The minutes were ticking closer and closer to the time that we needed to be AT the bus stop. We were still several blocks away. Slowly, we crept toward our destination. But then. We realized. We only had $11. Oh, no, wait. $12. (Jenna had a dollar in change. Whew!) So we watched the meter closely. When it hit something like $10.50, we cried, "Okay! Thanks, this is good." Paid him and got out with our load of belongings. So. There we were. With all our crap. Minutes away from when we were supposed to be boarding our bus. And still blocks away from the bus stop. So what did we do? We hauled ass, dodging and weaving in the sea of people on the sidewalks of New York.
Unfortunately, we hauled ass ... to the wrong bus stop. We stood there for several minutes before somehow determining that this was NOT the line for OUR bus. Our bus was somewhere in the vicinity, though. So, hey! We were close! We eagerly ran to the next bus and asked the driver, "Is this the Washington Deluxe??" About the same time that he delivered the bad news, it dawned on me that there were about five buses in the vicinity. None said "Washington Deluxe" on the side. At this point, after checking on our time, we were also feeling pretty hopeless. We'd missed it, surely. I was slowing down to a stroll. Jenna was a bit ahead of me. Then we spotted one more bus. She started to speed up, and I followed her lead. We made that one little last dash, and sure enough -- this was our bus. We caught it just in time!
What a great, comical end to a wonderful adventure of a weekend!
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