You would’ve thought I won the lottery the way I hollered after snagging two 11:30 am timeslot tickets. I was aggravated seeing hundreds of tickets suddenly become available. Surely, all weren’t cancellations. Even if some were holds, hundreds of suddenly available timeslots? Just the week before, every day was grayed out as unavailable. Think of how many people’s hopes were dashed thinking they had to wait another month (or year(s)) for a visit. Had I been a quitter, not getting a ticket in advance could’ve derailed my whole trip. Luckily, that wasn’t the case!
I alternated between dessert and finishing my delicious omelet, potatoes, and big ol’ piece of buttered and jellied toast, a $7 small glass of grapefruit juice. Menu claimed fresh-squeezed. The dessert was complementary, but I scribbled a thank you note on the check and tipped almost the entire amount of the original bill. It was the most expensive solo breakfast I’ve ever had my entire life, but worth it. I’m all about creating memories and experiences.
Full belly and backup portable charger in tow, I was ready for tourist mode after receiving more calls and texts in my room.
Per usual, I had taken photos when I first entered the hotel room. It wasn’t a threat when I told customer service I had done so. They took me seriously when I said I did not feel safe. Within an hour or so, I was fully refunded for my non-refundable room AND received a $50 coupon from Expedia, which I used to book my next hotel.
My Lyft driver said, “ooh, fancy,” when I told him where I was going and asked why I had been at my previous hotel. During my ride, he told me that it had been on the verge of being shut down several times. I usually prefer to ride in silence, but I loved every minute of my conversation with Emanuel whose parents were originally from New York, and whose car and girlfriend were both named Samantha. I suspect he was somewhere on the spectrum, which endeared him to me even more.
I upgraded to The Darcy in the heart of downtown D.C. It had a semi-circle driveway upfront–no parking lot in sight.
Being the book nerd that I am, I of course requested a trip to a bookstore. Unfortunately, there aren’t any reasonably nearby Indie or Black-owned bookstores. There is a Barnes & Noble and I sure darkened its doorstep. H-h-h-hessica was working a half-day in-office, so her husband (poor guy) drove me. He was bored out of his mind as I frolicked through a bookstore for the first time in over a year.
Post workout, I scribbled my daily gratitude note. I chose “breath.” As I wrote it, it dawned on me that in a week’s time it’s the fifteenth anniversary of when my breathing almost ceased.
“Fuck your flight,” seemed to be the Lyft driver’s nonverbal message with his 45 mph driving even though we told him we were trying to catch a flight in a bit more than an hour. I knew I should’ve went straight to the airport from my place, but nooooo, I had this romantic notion of riding to the airport with my new boyfriend. So after a train and bus ride from Brooklyn to East Flatbush, here I was en route […]
1. Julio Iglesias He was her favorite artist. She owned several of his records on vinyl and would sing along as she cooked and cleaned. I did too. 2. Grapefruit Her favorite fruit, which she always ate by cutting in half, sifting sugar over then scooping out the flesh with a spoon. 3. Yellow Not only did she drive a yellow Toyota, but my favorite picture is of her in a yellow dress with white polka dots. It was taken […]
I woke up this morning, fixed my bed, and walked over to my closet to select the day’s outfit. I chose a two-tone gray knit top, and charcoal pinstriped pants. Then I remembered tips from the countless fashion articles I’ve read and makeover shows I’ve watched and decided to add a pop of color to counter the drabness. It’s bad enough it’s a cold February day. The icy sidewalks are lined with mounds of dirty brown, black and in some […]