We were not prepared for the sight that greeted us. The bars in NYC close at 4am... and apparently a lot of people try and catch the 4:30 and 5:30 morning trains back to whatever suburbs they've come from to reach the city and indulge in their decadence. Perhaps I should say OVER indulge. It also just happened to be gay pride weekend. So you can imagine the sights. lol, most of them were rather harmless and it was quite a visual spectacle of color and interesting fashion choices.
It was the homeless that kept my attention more often as not though, especially the man having a three way conversation...all by himself.
Still we probably didn't look much better, I for one know I felt like a mostly dead zombie and moved like one. My stomach wasn't too keen on waking up and trying to digest breakfast at 5am...
"Just make it to the train" became my mantra, and once on the train it changed to "Just make it on the plane". I knew once I was through security and on the plane we'd finally be able to catch up on at least a couple hours of sleep.
We rolled in to Ron-Kaaaahn-conan as we called it around 7 in the morning with plenty of time to catch the shuttle out to the airport.
James and I were both heading up to Chicago for our first flight, him to meet up with our fun loving cousins Tommy and Theo, and me to catch a connecting flight down to Louisville and then a hour and a half ride to Campbellsville. It's always unexpected when the end of a great time finally comes, whether it's a weekend of fun or an amazing week like what we had in NYC and just like the family reunion, it always seems to go by so quickly.
I was sad to see him go, we'd had a lot of fun this past week and I knew that there wouldn't be that many more times, if any, to be had as life went on. But, even as we were saying our goodbyes I was already thinking of the trip out to Australia for my cousin Crystal's wedding and getting back together with all the family.
With James's genorisity I was Group A #1 boarding the flight to Louisville and had the pick of the spots on the airplane. As I was finally boarding the flight the cleaning crew was removing the last of the barf bags from the plane. With an ironic smile the stewardess welcomed me aboard and at my tell tale glance towards the leaving cleaning crew she informed me that they had run into a little turbulence from the wind on the decent to Chicago, and that they expected to go through it again on the way out as well as during the decent into Louisville. Nothing like ending the trip on a wild ride in an airplane! It wasn't that long ago that I was riding the roller coasters at Kings Island in Ohio, and though I'd say those rides lasted longer and pull more G's... there's something about being 5,000 feet off the ground in a tiny aluminum plane...when the bottom unexpectedly falls out and your stomach ends up in your throat... it's definitely a wilder ride!
I'm back home in Campbellsville now and enjoying telling my family and friends some of the stories from my NYC trip, but I'm also excited and recharged and ready to get to work towards my own goals in life. And if I start next week, at $35 a pop every time you give plasma... I can make enough to cover my air fare to Australia by next year!
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