So…it’s 2010 and I’ve been traveling to NYC on business for a year…let’s see how much that I can capture from my memory..
I’m traveling here, living out of a suitcase, airplanes, coach seating.. some aisle, window and a few middle seats trying to schlep back and forth for business.. always searching YELP for the best restaurant closest to the hotel, checking out a bar here and there…reading a book over a glass of wine and trying not to “cramp the style” of my friends that live in the city with my constant evening adventures in search of my dinner..
One night, I was traveling and they couldn’t find me a hotel any where close to the office in Midtown East and placed me in a god awful hotel room in Times Square with paper thin wall’s, if I spanned my arm reach.. I could touch the wall’s and I actually had a SINGLE bed.. and, get this.. to watch the HUGE 60” flat screen tv, I had to lever it and swing it from the side wall above the bed. Yeah, high class, baby.. Did I mention that I was in Times Square?!?!? Well, not only was I in Times Square, my paltry excuse for a hotel room with the single bed, which was somewhat similar in size to a closet that I once had…I realized that I also was in the back of the building and directly next to a famous Broadway show with loud music, of which I could hear while I was in the room 2 times a night.. LOL. Now, who will complain about the free show from the hotel closet that my company was paying a great deal of cash for?!? Hmm.. My bathroom happened to be larger than the bed actual room, which was extremely odd.
Either way, I found the greatest little Italian restaurant from my nightly scavenger hunt for dinner. The place was always crowded with the Broadway crowd and I perused up to the bar to get nice glass of Super Tuscan to wash down my Caprese Salad..followed by their Penne Arrabiatta, which reminded me of my many visits to Italy…This place became a staple dinner to me in the city during my travels.
One night a month or so later, I walked late out of the office, back to the stuffy hotel that I was staying in Midtown East and craving the same dinner experience… I traveled through the streets of midtown in a casual outfit back to my Italian place… to an empty bar to get dinner.
As I was sitting there… enjoying my wine.. I noticed someone staring at me from the front of the restaurant outside.. I knew immediately that he was coming in to sit next to me.. Again, empty bar.. me, bartender.. you get it.
Long story short, within 5 minutes, he’d taken the seat next to me.. not even a chair between..drummed up a conversation and had talked me into coming into the 2nd half of the Broadway show next door. He walked me in himself, gave me a 2nd row seat and told me that he wanted me to “text him after to tell him how the show was and if I disliked it, he would refund me the money of the ticket!?” Yeah, the very one that I didn’t pay for.. then brought me a beer to watch and enjoy the show.. I thought to myself, “Wow, NYC is AWESOME!!”..
Anyway, the show was amazing, I was up dancing, laughing, singing and soon realized that the show was the VERY SAME SHOW that I’d heard 2X a night earlier during my stay in the tiny hotel room from hell.
Did I mention that I also worked for a tyrant who was not only calling my cell phone at 11pm at night during the show to get me to call a candidate?!?! Yet, was also incessantly texting me while I was there..so, when I walked out.. I was standing amongst the brazen dirty remnants of Times Square on the phone next to the ragamuffin version of Elmo and Smurfette returning call’s…and completely forgot to text the guy, who happened to be the Producer of the Broadway show!?lol
Either way, afterwards, I did text.. he invited me out for drinks, but I had an early morning, “Thanked him” and declined. HE then texts.. “How about a PROPER date tomorrow night?”
Now, how does a girl turn this down, knowing that I would have to determine where my dinner plans would take me any way….this helped with that situation, so I accepted.
At this moment, I was thinking… NYC is Magical…. And it still is. Yes, I went out with the Producer, met him several times thereafter before realizing that his reality and mine were on two very different realities. We became very close & connected on occasion…however, all that glitters is not gold. *remember this
However, it was a neat experience…there is WAY more to this story… however, I’ll be very clear that all names in this blog will be considered fictional…. umm… yeah.. here is the line:
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
What dreams may come?