Finally I’m back to blogging! I missed it so much and wish I had had the time to blog while at the Blogher conference but I didn’t.
I rarely fly so this was a treat and nerve racking at the same time. I flew out from Abilene to Houston on a propeller plane…yuck. Then I flew from Houston to San Fransisco (in about 4hrs) on a big ol’ jet airliner…won’t you carry me awaaaay. Sorry…I couldn’t help but sing it. The view was pretty and I managed to get a decent shot of the sky & plane. This may bore many of you who are everyday travellers but this is all exciting to me.
I was also so lucky to be sitting next to a young girl that smacked her bubble gum for the entire flight. Yay for me.
Once off the plane, my phone wouldn’t work so I had no way to contact Lawyer Mama, who I was supposed to meet up with to take a cab or shuttle. Never could find her so I split a cab with another gal. Although she tried to be somewhat nice, but I don’t think she cared to visit much. She did have a huge Louis Vuitton bag that took up half the cab;)
Arrived at the hotel greeted by this wonderful fella……ummm, they are called bellhops???
Immediately upon arrival at this grand hotel, I felt out of place and, well, almost beneath it. Like I didn’t belong in such a place–me, this ol’ country gal who didn’t even know how to go through the revolving doors without stumbling or what the appropriate tip amount was.
They were super nice and made me feel VERY welcomed at the front desk. I think it was the decor and the architecture that overwhelmed me. It was all so fancy and everywhere you looked, there were women with their trendy clothing, designer bags, and all I could think about was that I totally didn’t belong here.
I got to my room and it was just lovely, a bit small, but the plasma TV and luxurious bedding made up for it. I sat there a bit to take it all in. Here I was, a small town country girl in unknown territory known as Union Square– In a town known for shopping, chocolate, sourdough, bridges, etc. I felt lonely and excited……………