Last time we visited NY, Georg and I both got a stomach bug and spent the entire visit being sick at his folks' house on Staten Island. This time, Georg's dad had to go to the ICU for pneumonia, and I just found out my aunt Honey died on Saturday.
The funeral is tomorrow morning, so we had to cut short our stay in Manhattan, cancel our dinner reservation at Babbo and bail on our second night at the swanky Hotel Wales. (Who charged us for tonight anyway, which we expected since checkout time was 11 am but we didn't check out until 6 pm). The hotel was on the upper east side and it took almost 3 hours to get back Staten Island, where our car is. Leaving at 7 tomorrow morning will get us there just in time for the funeral. After the funeral Georg will come back up here to visit with his dad. I may come back with him, or I may stay in DE and have him pick me up on Thursday morning on the way back to NC.
Despite all the impending trauma we had a lovely day in the city yesterday, and I had a wonderful time with my friends in Yonkers over the weekend. And I made it to the Fluevog store and bought a superadorable pair of shoes before I got the phone call about my aunt. However, I'm beginning to think I shouldn't come back to New York. God knows what would happen next time.
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I'm very sorry to hear about Honey, but glad I got to know her. Hope all goes as well as it can back home.
our condolences, sarah...
Oh, Sarah!
Maybe the curse is on going into Manhattan? No, that wouldn't explain the stomach problems.