After the transit dramatiques yesterday, I am even more delighted to be home and have slept in my own bed.  The flight landed last evening around 10.30 p.m., and I was home by 11.15.

I don’t know what was going on with American yesterday, but some of their system seemed to be a magnificent and bloody mess.

imageFor my last day in NYC, I visited on Monday the Federal Hall on Wall Street (more of which later) and the Merchant House Museum, an NYC row house from the first third of the 19th century.  It’s very similar to Campbell House here in Saint Louis, except not as interesting.  i saw inspired by the master bedroom, though, and have decided to consider these options on my next remodel.

And now, after 27 days away, I am back work today!


Winning back my love

And then sometimes American Airlines does something to win back my love.

Picture this:

  • I’d already been told by phone and in person that the 5.30 flight to STL was full, oversold, and late.
  • So, after exhausting all my options, I buy a $50 one-day voucher for the Admirals Club at LaGuardia, thinking that I would at least lounge in style for four hours at this airport known for its cramped concourses, poor food options, and surly passengers.
  • So I’m blogging and lounging, and decide I need to find a soda and some snack mix.
  • But first I detour to the toilet.
  • And as I’m washing my hands at 6.30 p.m., I see that the earlier STL flight is still showing ‘delayed.’
  • And I decide to inquire.
  • The booking desk in the Admirals Club tells me that two seats have just opened up.
  • And suddenly I have a new boarding card in my hand, for the earlier flight, getting me into STL at around 9.30 p.m.

Is this what a $50 investment got me?  I’ll believe it when my butt is in seat 5A and I am winging westward.

But the flight is horribly oversold, from what I can tell.  Let’s hope . . . .

(The change fee alone should have been a minimum of $75.  I’m blessed, if this flight is indeed the case.)

Travel frustration

This is my grumpy face.

I’m in the Admirals Club lounge at LaGuardia.  My return flight this evening is delayed by over four hours . . . .

Now I’m a seasoned traveler, I think.  I manage my airport moments with grace most of the time.  I smile at staff and crew, and I joke a bit.

I know things happen.

But tomorrow I return to the office after 27 days away, and I had certainly expected to be at home by 9 p.m. this evening, relaxed and showered and reading for a bit and loving on Samson until bedtime.

Instead, my NYC flight is not even leaving (if we do indeed leave on time) until nearly 10 p.m. Saint Louis time.  I’ll be 1 a.m. getting home if I’m lucky.

And American has offered no explanation of any kind as to why the flight is going to be four hours late.

At least I had a pleasant day in NYC before receiving the first of FOUR different delay notices, each one pushing the flight back a bit further.

Sunday in NYC

The 11 a.m. choral Eucharist at St. Thomas Fifth Avenue this morning was superb — divine, stately, orderly, filled with visual splendor, perfumed with sounds of angels in the form of the men’s voices from the St. Thomas Choir.  This was a good day to be in church!

I met up with Eden and her family for a while. Eden is a recent Webster alum, one of my voice students, and a soon-to-be resident of NYC.

Fun Home, the 2015 Tony winner for Best Musical, was by far the best show I’ve seen all year.  I was mesmerized the entire journey, and like others in the audience audibly choking back tears during the last 20 minutes.

And then I did what any other sensible person would do: I walked the long walk back to my hotel and sat down in the hotel lobby bar and sipped a glass of Prosecco.

Ben, a Webster student now living in NYC, joined me for dinner at a nearby Mexican place.

And that was my Sunday!

Here are some shots from today on my perambulations:

A day in the City

8.30 a.m.  Out the door.  Subway ride to Astor Place.  Walk past Cooper Union.

9 a.m.  Meet Kyle Acheson for breakfast.  Spend 90 minutes catching up.

10.30 a.m.  Walk to Broadway.  Bus Downtown.

10.50 a.m.  Short shopping trip at Century 21.

11.35 a.m.  Back on 6 Line heading north.

Noon.  Brief stop at hotel. Walk over to 49th and Broadway.

12.30 p.m.  Meet Jake Golliher for an hour of conversation.

1.30 p.m.  Start walking throug the Times Square mob and throngs and hordes.

2 p.m.  Belasco Theatre for Taye Diggs in Hedwig.  A show that should run 90 minutes runs two hours.  He’s a mess.

4.05 p.m.  Cab to Lincoln Center.

4.20 p.m.  Finally in the special collections research room at the New York City Library for the Performing Arts.  Spend 90 minutes in nirvana.  Come home with ten new songs.

6 p.m.  Dinner at a restaurant across from Lincoln Center.

8 p.m.  The King and I at the Beaumont at Lincoln Center.  Sher.  Sumptuous.  Stunning.  But without Kelli O’Hara, who is on vacation.  $175 ticket.  At least the cover was fab-fab, and the new King (Jose Llana) a real delight.

11.05 p.m.  Cab back to hotel.

I love catching up with former students!  And I love finding music that is new to me!  And I love seeing high-quality shows in NYC!


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