in less than 60 hours, and I missed out on the Yankees game.
I made it to my grandmother’s house on Thursday without much problem. My trip took an extra hour and a half because of Ernesto hitting the south and I had rain all the way to West Virginia, but I made it to her house alive. Then, things started going downhill. First, my mom told me it was going to cool off, but I was thinking upper 70s since Asheville had just broken the 90s mark. Nope. Think upper 50s and lower 60s….and no warmer clothes in your suitcase.
We left for NYC on Friday morning, and found our hotel pretty easily. I was impressed with myself for not getting lost. Found a decent parking deck, checked into the hotel and headed to the subway. Friday was pretty overcast, but not terrible. At least it wasn’t raining. In NYC, I saw:
World Trade Center site
Soho (ate lunch near that part of the city)
Empire State Building
Statue of Liberty
lots of really cool people
Laura from Project Runway
lots of cars preparing to run me over
and other random things….more on those in a separate blog
We ended up at the hotel around 10 p.m. and Ernesto hit NYC that night. By the time we got up in the morning, it was windy but not really raining. We checked out and headed towards Yankee Stadium. I was checking with their box office every few minutes to be sure the game was still on. Speed dial. Gotta love it.
I stopped for directions twice because it was the smart thing to do, given my history of following directions. The guys were great in telling me where to go, but just as we were about to take the exit for the George Washington bridge, my grandma decided we weren’t going to the game, it was going to be called off, and to take the exit on the left….we were going home.
I was so close. So close to the stadium. So close to having an awesome time in crappy weather….but we went home. And, last night, I ended up in downtown Binghamton drinking with my cousin and watching the game on tv. Bummed. That sums up Saturday.
I’m at my cousins house now (hence the internet connection) and I have no idea what today will bring. Maybe watching the Yankees on tv with one of my other cousins. Good thing about yesterday is that I found Old Navy and bought a few long sleeved shirts. Hit Target, bought shoes, and I was good to go.
I still have the tickets. They’d look great in a scrapbook, but I’m afraid that might make me sad every time I see them.