As most of you know, this past Friday was the opening night of the movie Sex And The City. Quite some time ago, my friend Sarah and I wistfully dreamed of going to NYC to see it. This past weekend, after a lot of planning, scheming and dreaming, we made that dream a reality. Since it was a weekend jam-packed with blog fodder, I’ll take this slowly so as not to overwhelm either you, dear reader, or my fingers.
If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the flight there is apparently fueled by false hope. Friday morning came after an excited night of little sleep. I was soooo eager to get to NYC to be ab fab with my lifelong friend. The idea was to get to NYC early enough to have a leisurely late lunch, get showered, changed and perfectly coiffed, enjoy a drink at the hotel bar and then saunter over to the movie, arriving about 20 minutes prior to start time. That was the plan.
Since Sarah lives in KC and I in DSM, we were meeting up at O’Hare to fly to NYC together. That morning the sky was dark when I woke but not menacing. All the thunder and fireworks had moved on overnight. Of course what I didn’t realize at the time was that they had all moved *east* … to
Once we finally got off the ground, we didn’t exactly make exceptional time. I landed in
Undaunted we grabbed a bite to eat and chatted until our next flight. While eating we went through the schedule in our heads. Our new flight would put us in
… to be continued.