Over the past few months, I've probably spent more than I should have on collecting clothes, accessories and shoes. But hey, my boyfriend isn't here and I don't really go out that often and I was working a lot so I had the money to spend (so I thought).
I was pretty much ready to go with the outfits, however there was one that I particularly had in mind that I wanted to wear when I got off the plane. I saw it on a Guess print ad when I first arrived here in NYC and I desired it secretly. It encompassed a white tunic dress where the sleeves rested slightly off the shoulder, a brown western wrangler style belt, and brown boots with matching turquoise jewelry. Now I figured that since this is NYC, I'd have no problem finding such an outfit. HAH! That's a joke! I spent two weeks looking for something similar to this outfit: online and in-stores. I even had to "phone a friend" and get assistance from Silvulienka (who by the way, is a completely rad friend of mine). In the end, I had to order the boots from endless.com (great site by the way) and got the belt from a thrift store, a turquoise ring that was too big but I was desperate from Forever 21 and the dress from Ann Wright (a place comparable to Marshall's, Ross or a T.J. Maxx) And the dress wasn't off the shoulders, in fact it HAD no shoulders. It was a strapless dress, but whatever-I was desperate and time was out-literally. We got the dress only 6-7 hours before my flight. Then Silvulienka and I came back to my house where I tried on the outfit and she didn't like the boots I was pairing it with because it looked funny, but I didn't care. I loved the boots and I loved the image I had in my head-regardless whether it matched the Guess ad or not!
This is pre-primping and pre-accessorizing:
Lucky for me I am such a nerd that I had packed basically the night before so there wasn't much packing I needed to do minus minor things i.e. makeup, products, socks, shoes. Then I told her I needed to get ready, but for her to hang out if she wanted (this is now after midnight and she lives in Astoria). I showered, primped and primmed myself for a good solid two hours. I HAD to look amazing. My baby was picking me up from the airport and I needed to look like a bombshell. Is that vain? Yes? Well who cares, we've all been there so get off your high horse.
However, there was still so much time left before I needed to start walking (cue in these boots were made for walking). It was now like 2am or 2:30 and I didn't need to get to my bus until 4:30! So we killed time looking up music on Youtube and crazy/funny baby videos. Oh my god. Have you guys seen this video?!?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOds0kCgOk
That video had me cracking up-still does.
Anyway, it was that time and boy was I glad Silvulienka was with me because I had two very heavy bags to carry to the subway. We hopped on the train talking about how we'll miss each other (yeah we're dorks) and that I'd see her in two weeks and that I'm so excited to be leaving though. We got off on the 42nd exit because I needed to catch the Newark Liberty Express Bus at 41st between Lexington and Park at 4:30. We arrived early, which is so unlike me (I'm Persian for goodness sake! I'll be late to my own funeral-I hope!) She calls her hubby and we hug and I watch her gab away in her foreign tongue around the corner until she was out of my sight.
I sighed contently in my cushiony chair and whip out my phone to text my man. I text him things like I can't want to see you so soon! I'm on the bus! What are you going to do when you first see me? I miss you! Mushy crap like that, which brings us so much joy. Well, it has to-we don't have any other choice!
The bus engine roared to life as the driver turned the key and off we were, but first she had to make two other stops before we were officially on our way. I frowned at the people who dragged their feet by putting their luggage in the bus and handed the money or ticket over to the driver. Come on! I haven't even GONE to bed today and I've still got a spring to my step! Hurry this up! Gosh, I've turned into such a New Yorker :-/
Finally we were airport bound and my stomach had butterflies. I was wondering what we'd do when we first saw each other. Would be play out a movie scene and run to each other in slow motion than throw ourselves into each others' arms? Maybe, but John really isn't the cheese ball type-he's a manly man with a sensitive side to him. Then I dreaded the thought that I'd have to momentarily lug the luggages outside where he'd be parked. I shuddered at the mere sight of my struggling to drag them-I didn't want to look like a doofus, I wanted to look poised and radiant! Then I couldn't believe I was actually going to be seeing him and the family and friends again. It felt rather surreal.
When my terminal finally came up, I snagged my luggages and bolted towards the Continental line. I decided that I was progressive and wouldn't print my ticket out, but rather have it as an "e-ticket" on my mobile phone. However, when the man who does the dividing asked if I had my ticket I said no, but-however he cut me off and told me to go to the right side. What did that mean? I technically did have a ticket, just on my phone! I didn't want to argue and I was worried about the time so I stayed in the directed line. I finally check my luggage in, phew the guy didn't notice it was over 50lbs. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way I scored.
Then I scurried over to security check and was processing how to efficiently take off all the required garmets and miscellaneous items in the line to speed this up. I really hate when people do it at the last minute and then they hold up the line. Gosh I'm such a New Yorker. I stuff my laptop back in my purse (it's a big purse), swing it on my shoulder and hop into my boots wayward towards my gate. I look at the time and sigh with relief. No more panic about not making the plane. Soon I'll be in the arms of the man I love and there ain't nothing that's going to stop it. Well, unless there is turbulence, or something wrong with the plane, or we crash...but I refused to let such negative thoughts clutter my cloud 9.
I board the plane and stuff my carry on in an overhead bin nearby my seat. Thank gosh I discovered the seat selection option when checking in online. I chose a seat where I had the window and there was no one in the middle. Aahh, freedom. I pull out my sweater because it was chilly and buckled my seat belt. Everyone shuffles into their seat and the pilot performs his prologue while the stewards parade around their show and tell performance. It was time. Finally the airplane creaked with movement and a high pitch wailing sounded outside as the flaps adjusted. The engine was powering up kamehameha style and the plane lurched forward. Soon the cement flooring of the plane dock morphed into the dark black abyss known as the sky. I smile with happiness knowing that when this sucker lands I'll be home. Where it's warm, friendly and familiar. Then there's him. I was definitely happy. I yawned, the lack of sleeping for 24 hours abruptly strikes me. I pull down my tray and decide to use it as a pillow. I briefly remember hearing the steward asking around "drinks? cocktails?" then the sound of movement, but for the most part I slept the entire plane ride, regardless that it was a light sleep.
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