It’s my wife’s birthday this Sunday. For the past 7 or 8 years, it happened that her birthday always happened during an annual business trip set up by my company’s former franchisor. It’s a great business trip, usually in an interesting location (last year was Oahu). But the trip almost always coincided with her birthday, making it impossible for her to celebrate with her friends. And as much as she liked spending her birthday with, say, a real estate broker from Omaha, it wasn’t the same.
So this year, it’s my former franchisor, no trip for me. So a perfect year for us to celebrate her birthday in Manhattan, with a chance to see her friends and enjoy the big city. Except that our buyer needed to get in this week, we had to be out of the apartment. No big city.
So we’re back, baby! Just got a room in the Soho Grand for the weekend, going to see a show, have some dinner, maybe get out and about. Get a chance to see what it’s like to visit NYC on a trip from the suburbs.
It’s our “Methadone Weekend,” a chance to ease the withdrawal symptoms, maybe get a chance for a soft landing.
As a visitor to NYC, I’m looking forward to:
- Staring up at the tall buildings.
- Walking around with a giant map.
- Wandering into traffic.
- Buying a big camera with a strap that goes around my neck.
- Getting a t-shirt in Times Square that says “New York” with a clever comment.
- Buying a “rolex”
- Wearing shorts with sneakers.
Do they still sell fanny-packs?
LOL… You can’t pretend to be a visitor when you are Manhattan…
or . . . when you’re from another borough and pretending you are from NYC!