On Star is no Star!

I am in NYC!  It's a girls weekend to help celebrate my sister and brother in law's wedding.  My mom, aunt, and I are representing the family at their NY reception.  Actually, we are getting ready right now to head out.  By ourselves....on the subway....and we have to change trains....and then walk to an apartment...

Okay, we'll make it.  It can't be that hard.  At least not as hard as it was to get to the airport.  You know, the airport I fly out of.  On Star in my mom's car sent us to a restricted area in the airport on the opposite side of the terminals with no way to get around.  Oh my gosh.  We panicked.  We called on star back and nothing.  The guy couldn't help us.  He said that was what they showed as the airport.  We plan on calling them when we get out of the parking garage and asking them to tell us where we are...you know, the AIRPORT!  We finally found our way to the long term parking.  Then we just hustled.  Long term parking is in Terminal 2.  We flew out of terminal 1.  So with an hour until our flight took off and 30 minutes before boarding we had to hop a light rail train (which we barely missed and had to wait 9 minutes for the next one), ride a giant escalator, hop a tram, get through security (thankfully we didn't check bags) and then make it to the last concourse in the terminal.  We made it 7 minutes before we boarded.  I regret that I didn't trust my instincts.  I knew on star was wrong, but wasn't sure enough.  Driving in the twin cities is not my strong point!

NYC is just as I remember it.  Not Minnesota.  I love the hustle and craziness of it all.  There is just not the midwest "nice" that I am used too.  That's okay.  It's been fun to try on hats on the street corner and browse (and buy a large amount of yarn at) the yarn studio that I love (Lion Brand) and buy the boys toys and eat pizza at OTTO, one of Mario Batali's restaurants.  I don't mind riding the subway or walking down the street to the nearest drug store because I forgot hair goo.  It'll just be nice to be back in the midwest in a few days.  Only after I have seen Wicked again.  I miss my babies, but sometimes a change of scenery is nice (like the cute brownstone across the street from our hotel).