I’m back. It sure is nice to be home. A four nights in a hotel room in New York by myself is about four days too many. I didn’t really know anybody or where anything was at, but it was an interesting trip to say the least.
Getting a cab was easy. The ride in was punctuated by a driver who seemed to want to intimidate me. As we pulled out of JFK, he broke into song.
“If I was god… I would kill all the men.”
That didn’t get a rise out of me, so he turned on Air America radio – I think hoping to get me riled up, but that didn’t do it either.
He got me to the hotel and that was what’s important.
The rest of the week was uneventful. I worked late every night, so I didn’t get out and see any sights, but I walked around the Chelsea neighborhood the hotel was in and discovered there wasn’t much to see there anyway.
I stayed at the Maritime Hotel, which has this total nautical theme – 4 ft porthole windows, murphy beds, dark woods and blues. It was nice enough and walking distance to where I was working. While there, I got hooked on Deadliest Catch – seemed appropriate for the room.
I came back on Friday and had a rather unpleasanto wait at JFK. Jet blue has some pretty terrible digs there. The terminal they’re in is probably as old as anything there, and it looks it. Dirty and cracked and run down. My gate was detatched from the main terminal. I had to ride a bus to get there and once you’re there, you might as well stay there. One bar and two snack bars. Waiting there was worse that waiting at Oakland. Of course, nothing is worse than Oakland’s baggage claim area in terminal 1.
So that’s my weekend in a nutshell. Nothing to brag about. I’m just glad to be home.