The BlogHer Finale:
We partied until 3:00 a.m. Saturday night. Mr. Bear and I got up late Sunday morning. We were a bit refreshed, finally getting more than five hours of sleep for the first time since Tuesday. We sorted through the piles and piles of Swag, choosing what we liked the most and leaving the rest for housekeeping. We packed our bags and checked out of the hotel room. From all the hooting, hollering, chatting, and talking, my voice was shot. We decided to wander the city, just Mr. Bear and I. We hardly saw each other the whole weekend. It was nice to get some time to talk about our very different weekends.
After paying the Hilton $3.50 a bag to watch our luggage, we went for a walk around the city. We first went to Trump Towers.
Then, we wandered down a block to FAO Swartz, famous for the Big Piano from the movie Big, with Tom Hanks. They did a recreation of Chop Sticks from a scene from the movie. It was a BIG toy store and something my dad really wanted us to visit.
Next, we went to Saint Patrick’s Cathedral (St. Pat’s), where I broke down in tears. The last time I was at St.Pat’s, I was six months pregnant with Allie. It was a difficult pregnancy and I ended up in the emergency room in Queen’s before we left the city. I thought I was having a miscarriage and I was terrified. I am not incredibly religious, but I lit a candle in St. Pat’s and said a prayer. I was worried about the little one in my belly and the feelings came rushing back. I called Allie and talked with her, then silently said a prayer. My heart was filled with gratitude that she was healthy, happy, and perfect. My prayers were answered. Thankful, does not seem to sum up my heart at that point.
We walked down to Rockefeller Center, where we wandered around aimlessly for a while, where my shirt threatened to come untied every five minutes. Fortunately, for you, I had just retied it.
We then got caught up in a Puerto Rican parade, that nearly shut down the area we were in for hours.
This was the nightmare that would characterize our attempt to cross the streets. What a parade! What a mess!
We went to Times Square, where there were many celebrity sightings, including:
…and, this creepy guy:
THE Neked Cowboy
Who insisted on groping me,
While I turned more and more red, and Mr. Bear laughed hysterically.
He was whispering stuff in my ear and all I could think about was running away. I am not easily embarrassed, however, THIS, is evidently my breaking point.
Soon after, we made our way back to the hotel, got our luggage, and proceeded to get completely lost on the subway. I lost my mind for a while and cried like a baby, wailing about missing our plane and not getting to see our baby. Mr. Bear patiently put up with my whining, assuring me that we would be okay, when a BlogHer miracle happened. We ran into the nicest people (Who says New Yorkers are rude?) that gladly told us how to get to the airport, safely, efficiently, and on-time. Then, our flight was delayed an hour and a half, and that is life right there.
All and all, this was a trip of a lifetime! I loved it and only wish I had more time to process the awesomeness that was our whirlwind adventure to New York.