I am back! I took a little hiatus from writing (well hiatus from one post how sad is that?) and I am now back. I had to focus on finishing finals and now I am currently started my summer student job.
So where was it I left off? Oh right! New York, the culture shock from hell! So I had been to my fair few of iconic cities around the world and it was something else stepping out of that taxi and walking through the doors of the hotel. I already knew when driving through the city there were things that I was seeing that made me think "well the sure don't show that on Sex and the City or Friends". I feel like this feeling overwhelmed me the most because not once in the cities around Europe did I feel that way. Almost as if New York let me down some how by being dirty and a little sketchy.
So we had paid 80 dollars for this cab ride and I feel like an idiot already before it was confirmed from others that we had grossly over paid. We walked through the doors of The New Yorker Hotel and my fears were being slowly quited in my mind. "This hotel lobby is nice! You paid good money for this hotel and look there are guards allowing people in only with keys!" So my mind was working really hard to calm me and all was gone to waste when a group of drunken Asians were trying really hard to control a much drunker Asian. Which resulted in my mind "well shit never mind what I said New York sucks!".
We continue on passed the drunken Asians probably with a little more judgement upon my face than is needed and check in. Check in wasn't too bad the true adventure in the hotel commenced while we were entering our hotel room. One thing I do commend The New Yorker Hotel on is their ability to take THE perfect camera angles! From the way the advertisements went you would think that it is a nice spacious room, well it sure wasn't! My boyfriend could successfully reach the bathroom door with his hands from the end of our bed. To top it all off was the view, I enter the room with high optimism and okay so the room is tiny (nothing compared to my dorm room second year for sure) but the view has to be amazing. I pull open the curtains in dramatic fashion to see what? All the people staying across from us. Well as of right there the trip was crap. Screw you New York you had managed to ruin all my expectations and leave me here tired and hungry.
The adventure sure didn't end there though, why would it? What kind of a shitty trip would it be if there was not more shitty-ness to add to it? I turn to my boyfriend (who by now is mortified I am sure because it is not only his trip to the states but it is first trip with me really!) and turn on my optimistic charm and say: "it may not be the best but things could be worse lets use the bathroom and go down to the diner." He agreed and what do I find using the bathroom? THE LIGHT DOESN'T WORK!! And to my surprise I call the front desk expressing my concern and you know what they ask me?! "How did you break it?"
HOW DID I BREAK IT? I CHECKED IN 10 MINUTES AGO ASSHOLE!! "Well we get someone in to fix it" Did anyone come? NO! But that is okay because I was going to eat, the solution to all my problems is just eat something and sleep/nap. Much like the rest of the night the diner was ghetto, there were drunks everywhere and it was too much to take in. I tried a different kind of sandwich to get myself more optimistic about the whole situation only to learn all the optimism magic was clearly gone by this point and the "get me the fuck out of here" magic was creeping in.
So concludes my first introduction to the big apple and let's face it: we hated it!! The trip did get better but more on that.
