No place like NY
So a little bit back, Molly and I were in NYC for her sister's wedding in Brooklyn. We had a great weekend connecting with her family and FINALLY seeing NYC together. It still holds a special place in my heart and I miss it quite a bit!
We stayed an additional 2 days for work in Manhattan. We moved from staying with friends in the Village to the Dylan Hotel in midtown. Actually a pretty nice place -- I will definitely stay there again.
On late, late Monday night I was still working away in my hotel room while Molly was out having dinner with our friends. I was quite pushed for deadlines and definitely a bit stressed (and jealous to not be out with her!) My weary eyes signaled a need to walk around the block and grab some caffeine.
With my head down and a bit focused on the proposal I was working on, I stumbled into the elevator excited for fresh air. 2 floors down, the door opens and a woman strolls in on her phone. As she stood there talking, I couldn't tell what was sticking out of her bra/cleavage. What is that? Corners? Edges?
Oh...hello, wad o'cash. That is a pretty massive stack of bills in her bra! I did my best to hold back laughing and stare at the buttons in the elevator. Amazing how interesting the buttons in an elevator can be.
I am startled by a flash of neon green - crumpled, Kinko's green - you know the type that goes on sale for copying? I look down to see her card: Professional Masseuse - "Your Pleasure."
Let's see...are the buttons round or square? What was the top floor? Weird, they don't have a separate banquet floor.
As we approach the ground floor, her conversation turns:
c'mon...let's meet up
where are you staying? I want to meet you.
let me come over right now.
OH. OH. Really?
YES SIR. Absolutely sir. MMMMMmmmm. Yes sir. Of course, sir.
On my way sir.
I burst into laughter and headed back upstairs to my room. Before I sat back down to my computer, I left Jessica's card on my fiancee's pillow and repeated, "there's no place like New York."
We stayed an additional 2 days for work in Manhattan. We moved from staying with friends in the Village to the Dylan Hotel in midtown. Actually a pretty nice place -- I will definitely stay there again.
On late, late Monday night I was still working away in my hotel room while Molly was out having dinner with our friends. I was quite pushed for deadlines and definitely a bit stressed (and jealous to not be out with her!) My weary eyes signaled a need to walk around the block and grab some caffeine.
With my head down and a bit focused on the proposal I was working on, I stumbled into the elevator excited for fresh air. 2 floors down, the door opens and a woman strolls in on her phone. As she stood there talking, I couldn't tell what was sticking out of her bra/cleavage. What is that? Corners? Edges?
Oh...hello, wad o'cash. That is a pretty massive stack of bills in her bra! I did my best to hold back laughing and stare at the buttons in the elevator. Amazing how interesting the buttons in an elevator can be.
I am startled by a flash of neon green - crumpled, Kinko's green - you know the type that goes on sale for copying? I look down to see her card: Professional Masseuse - "Your Pleasure."
Let's see...are the buttons round or square? What was the top floor? Weird, they don't have a separate banquet floor.
As we approach the ground floor, her conversation turns:
c'mon...let's meet up
where are you staying? I want to meet you.
let me come over right now.
OH. OH. Really?
YES SIR. Absolutely sir. MMMMMmmmm. Yes sir. Of course, sir.
On my way sir.
I burst into laughter and headed back upstairs to my room. Before I sat back down to my computer, I left Jessica's card on my fiancee's pillow and repeated, "there's no place like New York."
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