I know it has been a couple of weeks since our NYC Anniversary trip and that I failed miserably in the re-cap of said trip. But, there is one story that, while Randy will probably beat me for posting, I HAVE to share.
After driving 4 hours to the big city, crossing the Queensboro Bridge at 10am and entering Long Island City, Randy hands me the phone.
R: Why don't you call the hotel to see if they happen to have off-street parking.
Me: Ok. ::dials # pre-programmed into phone::
Me: Hi, do you have off-street parking? You do? First come, first serve? Great! Thanks!
R: Do they?
Me: Did you not just hear me say that?
As we approach hotel we keep our eyes peeled for the off-street parking, to no avail. After circling the block 5 times, Randy tells me to get out and go ask the concierge where said parking is.
I come out 5 minutes later to tell him that there is in fact NOT off-street parking, despite previous conversation. I direct him to the two closest parking lots. We start circling.
It's now 11:15am.
First parking lot = Fail. Second parking lot = Double Fail.
We keep circling.
Finally we find a 24/7 parking lot. Eight blocks away from our hotel.
And he wants to bring our bags now.
And mine doesn't have wheels.
And now it's getting warm.
And I have ballet flats on.
We arrive back at the hotel and let them know that we would like to check our bags prior to check-in.
Concierge: I'm sorry, we don't have a reservation under that name.
Randy: ::fuming, drags out laptop::
Five minutes later.
Randy: We're at the wrong hotel (aside - HE put the address into the GPS and HE drove). We're at the Comfort Suites. We're supposed to be at the Country Inn and Suites.
Me: OK. Where is our correct hotel?
Directly across the street from where we parked our car.
Like a stone's throw away.
I'm not kidding.
Needless to say, it was a pretty quiet eight block walk back.