Arriving on Tuesday with just minutes to spare before my show’s curtain time, I listened without much worry as my landlord told me that the City of New York had that very day sent him notice that he was in violation of NYC Airbnb laws.
He asked me, were I to be contacted at the property by city officials, to say that I was staying with him, since that’s allowable.
“No problem” said I.
On Wednesday evening, during my visit to see My Fair Lady at Lincoln Center, I got a text: “Jeffrey, the City notified me today that I must cease operations and all guests must be out by 2 p.m. tomorrow.” He went on to offer me a property in Chelsea at 9th and 24th, or a full refund.
After the show, I got on my Hilton app and booked myself five nights at the New York Hilton on 6th at 53rd. And then I took a taxi back to my rental, packed up my belongings with haste (this is the first time I’ve ever felt like I was in a scene from a movie, throwing my belongings into a suitcase), hailed a cab, and made my way to the Hilton.
The landlord was of course unhappy with the situation. He’s lost some of his livelihood in this NYC crackdown on unlicensed hoteliers.
And Airbnb had a full refund issued prior to midnight, plus a $100 credit for a stay within the next year.
All is well that ends well, except for my loss of sleep time last evening (crawling into bed at 2 a.m. today), and my lack of proximity to those great restaurants in Hell’s Kitchen! All things being equal, I’d rather stay in Hell’s Kitchen than in a soulless hotel.
Oh . . . as a Hilton gold member, I get free breakfast, so that’s a perk too.
Other positive take-aways: I had planned so many meals with others this trip that I had not bought provisions for the apartment, leaving me less to carry. The Hilton bed is so much more comfortable than that in the apartment, and the daily ablutions are so much easier in a Hilton bathroom. I get more Hilton points and a better shot at diamond status for 2019. And I have now learned how quickly I can throw belongings in a suitcase and leave!
The epic summer trip is coming into focus. I’ll spend a portion of my summer in the UK before a semester’s leave.
The first 2.5 weeks will be with my friend K; he’s never left the USA, so we are spending some London time before taking an 11-day UK and Ireland package tour, hitting five countries in those 11 days. The trip includes two Irish Sea crossings by ferry; overnights in London, Dublin, Glasgow, and Cardiff, loads of bus travel, places I’ve not yet seen as well, and revisits to some lovely cities such as Edinburgh, York, and Salisbury.
When that vacation trip is over, I join with the Choir of Grace & Holy Trinity Cathedral in Kansas City for a two-week choir tour in the West of England and Wales, culminating in a week-long residency at Worcester Cathedral. The trip includes daily Evensong at various cathedrals and abbeys; we spend three days in Wales as well.
Since the conclusion of the GHTC trip coincides with the start of the Three Choirs Festival, I shall make the short train trip to Gloucester and spend a week there for an orgy of choral and vocal music. I purchased this past week my hotel for that stay. I’m anxious to spend more time in this area of the country, in counties that Elgar, Vaughan Williams, and Howells called home.
Last evening, after spending 90 minutes reviewing property on Airbnb, I settled on an apartment in London for the first four nights of the trip. We are also planning a day-trip to Paris, via Eurostar.
A long summer vacation/singcation, and then a semester’s leave? Bliss indeed!