Since I will likely spend most of my week preparing for this weekends getaway with my Sister, I decided to spend this past Saturday downtown with the hubs. He was already in that vicinity as he had an early meeting in Chelsea, so we agreed to meet around 3:30 at our favorite West Village Brunch spot and then move on to drinks and the Belmont Stakes with friends at a bar on West Fourth. Perfection.
In New York City in order to get most anywhere worth visiting, you have to be willing to submit yourself to time on the Subway, which is the actual worst in the Summer months. This is especially true when you live in the ‘upper’ neighborhoods of the city as we do because a taxi or Uber ride to lower Manhattan can cost a fortune.
Onto the train I marched, looking forward to the mimosa that had been calling my name all morning.
Anybody who has lived in the city knows that it is never quite that easy. Immediately, my train was diverted because of track construction; meaning I had to hike to the next nearest station in order to catch a new train to my destination.
Once I was securely settled on the second train, it occurred to me that this one was running local instead of express, meaning it would stop at every station along the way as opposed to skipping the less popular ones to move more quickly to the larger.
Ok, it’s fine. It will simply add another 20 minutes to my trip, but it’s Saturday. No rush.
That is until I glanced through the window just in time to see Christopher Street/Sheridan Square, my stop, fly past me in a wave of dust. WHY ARE WE NOT STOPPING?
According to the very late announcement from the conductor, the train was now running an express and would not stop at the local stops, of which Christopher is one. A 35-minute trip had turned into a 1.5-hour trip AND brunch was officially ending for the day. My day felt a bit ruined.
To say I felt angry and cheated was an understatement. I had started the trip in an amazing mood, ready to spend some time off with the Hubs and the people I love, only to end up missing half of my day off sitting on the train, battling one obstacle and delay after another. My mood had taken quite a turn for the worst.
When I finally reached my stop, I grumpily got off the train and walked
I looked up, and there she was. Sarah Jessica Parker.
I had been hoping for this since I moved to the city over 8 years ago! If there is one celebrity that I have wanted to catch a glimpse of in real life, it is for sure SJP. I just adore her.
And just think, if the train had been on time, I wouldn’t have had that super cool experience.
I meeeannnn, I didn’t end up speaking to her. And, I probably only had her in my eyesight for 3 seconds or less, but it was still really cool. I stand by that. I made sunglass eye contact with SJP.
For the first time in the history of the MTA, the Saturday train delays made someone’s day.
*Disclaimer: I totally wanted to talk to her and gush about how much I loved her work, but in the interest of remaining a “real” New Yorker, I abstained. Gah
Monday, June 10th, 2019