For me, you know it wasn’t that difficult. I mean, I’ve made an ass of myself in Key West. I’ve also made an ass of myself on a Carnival cruise. So New York City was a piece of fucking cake.
made asked Rasta to escort me as an unpaid Uber driver to the airport early one ass morning to spend a whopping 36 whirlwind hours in New York City, meeting up with my cousin R. Nasty to see The Late Show With Stephen Colbert. As I was doing this trip on an extremely tight budget (as I was saving the small amount of spending money for booze, naturally), I packed food I knew could last me for my less than two day stay.
Hard boiled eggs, popcorn and protein bars.
Sauntering to my gate, it was fate that my fave airport wine bar, Vino Volo started opening that morning before 7am to appease travelers that needed mimosas. And it was located straight across from my gate.
How did I commemorate my first trip to NYC with a mimosa that cost the same as a bottle of the fancy champs I typically consume, Cook’s? Of course I asked the bar tender to take my photo – which was a big deal for me as I am a master selfie snapper.
When I boarded the aircraft, I wanted to get a window seat so I could see the Big Apple as we flew in. Asking what looked like a non-judgemental lady if the seat in her row was available she practically did a cartwheel and said, “I’m so glad you aren’t a fat ass.”
Upon landing in LaGuardia, gathering my suitcase (yes, I checked a bag for a 36 hour trip because I could – and it was free, as I was flying Southwest) I waited about an hour for R. Nasty to land from the fabulous Hawkeye state.
I took the opportunity to capture my emotions.
My it’s cool, I travel all the time (to Iowa) face.
My HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM FINALLY IN NEW YORK CITY face.
Once finding R. Nasty, we were off to the metropolis to live it up.
Being the budget friendly gal I am, I packed booze in my bag. (Free travel tip. I do this everywhere I go unless I’m flying to Iowa where Sister CBXB has a cocktail connoisseur for a husband and a wine closet. I have yet to have any bottle taken out of my suitcase or break – but I do carefully pack, wrapped in my jeans with a box of tampons thrown on top – no one wants to look through that mess. You’re welcome).
We celebrated our arrival with a bottle of fancy champs from Arrington Vineyards, a winery in Nashville that I received for my birthday recently. I knew I was gonna save it for a special occasion and my first time in NYC with my cousin to see Stephen Colbert in honor of his mama deemed most appropriate.
Then it was time to hit the town and acting like any local, I took photos of every bar napkin, drink and sign in sight.
When the bartender asked where the hell I was from, I turned on my non-Southern charm and he bought us shots for us being NYC virgins.
I forced myself up in the morning to take advantage of the scrumptious breakfast included in the cost of our hotel room.
Regardless, I ate it all and then some. I needed fuel for the day to walk around the streets of the city. R. Nasty needed a bit more beauty sleep, so we decided to meet up later. Until then, I was on my own, which is scary as I have zero sense of direction and could have walked all the way to Canada before realizing it (well, my feet would have started hurting first and I would have stopped because I’m a big fucking baby but you get the idea).
I swore to Christ I couldn’t find Time’s Square. Above is the image of what my eyes saw when I actually fucking Googled “where’s time’s square?”
I almost asked this guy but he seemed a little angry…plus, I couldn’t pay him but I could give him a “FUCK YOU” back.
Suri responded to my insanely stupid question with “Bitch Please, (someone entered that as my name on my iPhone and I don’t know how to change it), you are in Time’s Square.”
It was then I caught a glimpse of this contraption of stairs with a dude on top getting his picture taken. Uh, guess who also needed it done rightfuckingnow?
I went over to the guy as he came down the steps and asked him to take a picture of me. He laughed kindly and agreed.
As I was hopping down the stairs, there was a small crowd around the man who’d taken my pic and I said it seemed like I was missing out on the joke. Come to find out….I’d interrupted a photo shoot for a Jamaican rapper. And it was the rapper whom I’d asked to take my picture. And the stairs were their prop for the photo shoot.
Uh…..*cue unashamed tourist moment*………
I’d worked up quite an appetite unabashedly disrupting a photo shoot, so I stopped at Angelo’s Pizza on the way back to get R. Nasty. Who was I not to stop since happy hour started at noon?!
After our experience with Stephen Colbert, more selfies and food pics ensued in our NYC fun.
We hit up Ruumy’s Tavern which had a large array of sake cocktails.
I ordered the most naturally named for me booze concoction on the list…Because I Cannot Sleep.
Not wanting our hours full of NYC fun to end, we picked up some booze at Duane Reed and had after hours in our hotel room. Which really was all fun and games…
… until I had to depart the hotel at 5am to catch my flight back to Nashville.
Upon returning to the mini manse, a hot, hot, hot soak was needed for my weary feet (and body…and liver).
The Pussy Posse couldn’t have been more lazy about their mother being back home. All five of them could barely lift their heads and open their eyes when I squealed at the highest decibel possible how happy I was to see their faces.
You can bet your ass I took my non-embarrased, touristy tired ass and nestled in between them for the remainder of the day.
So now I’m wondering if I can ever show my face again in NYC, acting like a cool, calm, collected, well traveled person.
Hilarious!!!!! Loved it! You’re such a sweet thoughtful cousin. 😃. Only you could pull this vaca off. PRICELESS. 😘
Thanks Phreny! It was such a blast and I was so happy it worked out.
Most solid 36 hours in the Big Apple ever, Megan. Reading this made me tired, and it’s not even 8 a.m. here. Have a great holiday weekend, my friend.
I’M still tired and it was two weeks ago! I’m looking forward to hanging around the mini manse with The Pussy Posse for a long weekend. Enjoy yours!
That hotel breakfast would make prison food look good.
Glad you survived NYC. Uh, I mean that the other way around. 🙂
I lived in Manhattan for a year one summer. Had friends visiting from Jersey one weekend and they were mugged and their car was stolen.
That experience provided the following profound statement from the precinct desk Sgt. :
After my friends asked how they were supposed to get home with no money and no car at 3am, the sarge replied…”Hey, it’s a hard city out there boys.”
I’ve never forgotten those words.
Seriously, glad you had fun and the interaction with the Jamaican rap dude had to pretty much make the experience!
STFU. “It’s a hard city out there boys?” That’s bananas Crazy.
Oh yeah, the interruption of rap dude was the funniest highlight. That and everywhere we went, people asked R. Nasty and I if we were married. He would say, “No.” and I would say but since I live below the Mason Dixon Line we could be! He was SO not amused.
I expected R Nasty to wear way more gold chains. Also, I just became the 6,537th person to watch the Curly Cash Happy Official Video. He was also not wearing any bling! I am so out of date.
I’m DYING because I was expecting bling, too…not on R.Nasty but on Curly Cash. Maybe we aren’t the ones out of date? But fuck, I wear enough accessories to compete with anyone who wears bling so who am I to say? 😆
Looks like a great trip! Except for the guy with the F You sign. Seriously? Go get a job…
Well if you look closely, he even has his own hashtag!