so.. I went into NYC Saturday.. and I went to RK
Ok Girls, let me tell you about my weekend (slightly humorous)
Friday night I talked FH into going out to Century 21 to buy boots and a purse. We have never been there before. Well I find a pair of bearpaw boots, actually HE found them and talked me into getting them.
So our hall is over there, I stalked it and fell inlove all over again.
Skip ahead to Saturday morning. I have a 10:30 nail appt. Knew I'd be out by 11:00, one of my BMs was supposed to meet me at my house by 11:00 so we can race to catch a 11:28 train. well 10:55 I get a phone call- I'm hung over and dying! can you bring me an egg sandwhich and applejuice? lucky for her the bagel store is right next to the salon, so I ran over there and put the order in. FH and I race to her house knowing we wont make the train. So I rush her out of the house, we get to the station at 11:38, not a big deal, we can catch the 12:02 and be in the city at 1:14, that gives us 16 minutes to run to RK. Well the b i t c h at the window leaves as we get to it... TEN minutes later she comes back- with an attitude! there is now a huge line behind us. you don't need to be bored with the details.
So we get on the train, the car is EMPTY! so we sit in the 'big seats', Jen is still hung over and miserable, I'm tired and excited. as we go a few people come into the train, but it was still empty. we get to bellmore and this woman gets on, doesn't even attempt to find a seat, just comes over to us and shimmies her rear end into the aisle seat, not a big deal we were both sitting against the windows, but jens jacket and purse were on the aisle seat. she then looks at jen and raises her rear (like a side fart) so jen could remove her jacket from under this womans arse. the woman then stared at me until she got off at jamaica (mind you, she didn't even get checked for a ticket![]()
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Ok, we've made it into Manhattan. we find the closest exit and go, I just need to get outside to know where I am (like I said in another post, inside penn- NO SENSE OF DIRECTION) plus I had my GPS on my cell (not as helpful as I thought it would be)... so I'm litterally RUNNING up the stair and... BOOM! FLAT ON MY FACE!![]()
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so I bounce up and hand/feet crawl up the stairs (ok, think edward climbing the tree in the 'spider monkey' scene), now I turn and see Jen HURLED over... I'm thinking she's sick, nope.. she's laughing SO hard she can't breathe. so I yell at her 'no time' and we start running, we exited penn in an area i've never been to-hi, scary area- so we're walking and walking and my heels are KILLING me! I'm now walking on my tippy toes so my heels dont run against the boot.. and what happens- BOOM! I trip! ![]()
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turn around.. there's jen hurled over again. I told her we had 8 minutes to get the RK and she can laugh as much as she wants when we get there...
now.. oops WRONG TURN!![]()
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had to ask come accented guy which direction to go, well he and his partner got into an argument over the directions, so we just turn and head the other way.
YES! WE FOUND IT!!!! with ONE MINUTE TO SPARE!
We walk in, not what I expected, but fine... it's organized chaos. We stand at this podium thing for about 2 minutes and a girl comes over asking if she can help us, so I told her I want to try on ONE mary's bridal dress, which I saw and pointed at. She said I have to sign in but it's after 1:30... so I freak! telling her I came in from babylon, how i had to miss my first train, that some weird lady bothered us, that i fell not once but TWICE, that some guys started screaming at each other, how my ankles are burning AND THAT I WALKED IN AT 1:29!
she looks at me and says 'its ok that its after 1:30, that just means we can't guarantee that you'll get a room before we close, but you're not THAT late'
good.. so we sign in. we go sit down, I take off my shoes.. BLOOD! EVERYWHERE! my ankles are so cut up its GROSS! I've never had my heels bleed like this before. and I'm a dancer- I'm used to having shoes that hurt.
so.... skip ahead, we find two other dresses and put them to the side. and now we sit and watch the brides come out in these dresses, smiling, frowning, laughing.. and we're saying 'yup, she loves it, nope she hates it, etc' now there's on attendant that literally had her girl in a dress for 15 minutes, and the girl tried on 3 dresses. her mother took pictures of her in all the dresses, in all diff poses... and there's me.. shaking on the floor PRAYING I get seen.
FINALLY they call my name. I jump up and grab the three dresses.
try on my 'dream' dress first...
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it's not what I pictured. I didn't get that FEELING. Jen cried when she saw me in it. But something the top didn't fit right. and I wasn't wearing a petticoat/hoop skirt so I didn't get the whole 'look', try one the next dress, it was nice, but Olga (the attendant) said it didn't look right, I was too short to pull it off. So onto number 3, I made her take it off of me before she even zipped it up.
SO... I try on dress #1 again, and realize, its better then I originally thought, I mean they can adjust it to fit me right- duh, that's what they do.
So- I know I'm not ordering it out there, I only went out there to try it on so I can order it out here. I ask the size and what size I should get.. she says this is a 14, so I'm like 'ok, I should get a 12'.. she was like 'NO! ITS TOO SMALL ON YOU, YOU NEED BIGGER!'
So now I'm confused. The zipper went up no problem, Jen said I had NO back cleavage. the top was BIG on me (which I don't understand why I'm large in the bust).
So now when I go to bayshore to order it.. what size do I order?
Now Jen and I leave, ends up she didn't get any pictures because Olga stood in her way (we tried the whole 'act like you're on the phone' thing). so that makes me![]()
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I guess that's all... Sorry for the LOOOOOOOONG, Boring story.. I just had to share how spastic I am when in a rush![]()
Friday night I talked FH into going out to Century 21 to buy boots and a purse. We have never been there before. Well I find a pair of bearpaw boots, actually HE found them and talked me into getting them.
So our hall is over there, I stalked it and fell inlove all over again.
Skip ahead to Saturday morning. I have a 10:30 nail appt. Knew I'd be out by 11:00, one of my BMs was supposed to meet me at my house by 11:00 so we can race to catch a 11:28 train. well 10:55 I get a phone call- I'm hung over and dying! can you bring me an egg sandwhich and applejuice? lucky for her the bagel store is right next to the salon, so I ran over there and put the order in. FH and I race to her house knowing we wont make the train. So I rush her out of the house, we get to the station at 11:38, not a big deal, we can catch the 12:02 and be in the city at 1:14, that gives us 16 minutes to run to RK. Well the b i t c h at the window leaves as we get to it... TEN minutes later she comes back- with an attitude! there is now a huge line behind us. you don't need to be bored with the details.
So we get on the train, the car is EMPTY! so we sit in the 'big seats', Jen is still hung over and miserable, I'm tired and excited. as we go a few people come into the train, but it was still empty. we get to bellmore and this woman gets on, doesn't even attempt to find a seat, just comes over to us and shimmies her rear end into the aisle seat, not a big deal we were both sitting against the windows, but jens jacket and purse were on the aisle seat. she then looks at jen and raises her rear (like a side fart) so jen could remove her jacket from under this womans arse. the woman then stared at me until she got off at jamaica (mind you, she didn't even get checked for a ticket
Ok, we've made it into Manhattan. we find the closest exit and go, I just need to get outside to know where I am (like I said in another post, inside penn- NO SENSE OF DIRECTION) plus I had my GPS on my cell (not as helpful as I thought it would be)... so I'm litterally RUNNING up the stair and... BOOM! FLAT ON MY FACE!
now.. oops WRONG TURN!
YES! WE FOUND IT!!!! with ONE MINUTE TO SPARE!
We walk in, not what I expected, but fine... it's organized chaos. We stand at this podium thing for about 2 minutes and a girl comes over asking if she can help us, so I told her I want to try on ONE mary's bridal dress, which I saw and pointed at. She said I have to sign in but it's after 1:30... so I freak! telling her I came in from babylon, how i had to miss my first train, that some weird lady bothered us, that i fell not once but TWICE, that some guys started screaming at each other, how my ankles are burning AND THAT I WALKED IN AT 1:29!
she looks at me and says 'its ok that its after 1:30, that just means we can't guarantee that you'll get a room before we close, but you're not THAT late'
good.. so we sign in. we go sit down, I take off my shoes.. BLOOD! EVERYWHERE! my ankles are so cut up its GROSS! I've never had my heels bleed like this before. and I'm a dancer- I'm used to having shoes that hurt.
so.... skip ahead, we find two other dresses and put them to the side. and now we sit and watch the brides come out in these dresses, smiling, frowning, laughing.. and we're saying 'yup, she loves it, nope she hates it, etc' now there's on attendant that literally had her girl in a dress for 15 minutes, and the girl tried on 3 dresses. her mother took pictures of her in all the dresses, in all diff poses... and there's me.. shaking on the floor PRAYING I get seen.
FINALLY they call my name. I jump up and grab the three dresses.
try on my 'dream' dress first...
it's not what I pictured. I didn't get that FEELING. Jen cried when she saw me in it. But something the top didn't fit right. and I wasn't wearing a petticoat/hoop skirt so I didn't get the whole 'look', try one the next dress, it was nice, but Olga (the attendant) said it didn't look right, I was too short to pull it off. So onto number 3, I made her take it off of me before she even zipped it up.
SO... I try on dress #1 again, and realize, its better then I originally thought, I mean they can adjust it to fit me right- duh, that's what they do.
So- I know I'm not ordering it out there, I only went out there to try it on so I can order it out here. I ask the size and what size I should get.. she says this is a 14, so I'm like 'ok, I should get a 12'.. she was like 'NO! ITS TOO SMALL ON YOU, YOU NEED BIGGER!'
So now I'm confused. The zipper went up no problem, Jen said I had NO back cleavage. the top was BIG on me (which I don't understand why I'm large in the bust).
So now when I go to bayshore to order it.. what size do I order?
Now Jen and I leave, ends up she didn't get any pictures because Olga stood in her way (we tried the whole 'act like you're on the phone' thing). so that makes me
I guess that's all... Sorry for the LOOOOOOOONG, Boring story.. I just had to share how spastic I am when in a rush
