Yesterday was furniture day. We could take the air mattresses no more so we made plans to venture to the Ikea in Brooklyn with the help of John’s brother’s truck and Mike, who proved to be not as helpful. Before hopping on the train, we did a little pre shopping of sheets at the Macy’s in Herald Square. Victoria’s discount along with the one-day sale made it the perfect day for textiles. Once we had a plan for the beds we caught the N train and crossed the Hudson.
Victoria and I are very efficient shoppers both with time and money. So with our list and our keen eye for discounts we found what we needed. A few accessories, 2 beds, a coffee table, kitchen table and chairs, a dresser and some shelves fit onto 2 pallets and one shopping cart and then into one jeep and across the bridge we went. Well, wait, the Brooklyn boys refuse to take bridges so through the tunnel we went. We arrived at our building but not before I had to cover my eyes and gasp for my life. New York drivers are something else. Meanwhile, to keep from crying, Victoria is laughing in the back seat.
Dear Lucy,
Do not ride in the front seat of Mike’s car.
Sincerely,
Lucy
This is where Mike (God bless him) was not so helpful….Needless to say Victoria and I carried the furniture up the 3 flights of stairs and into the apartment. All the while Mike is saying, “You okay girls?” It’s not that he didn’t help, he just lost focus so much that we always had to take over. It’s a good thing we are not prissy girls so we made it and back to Macy’s we went.
I have to hand it to this city, there is ALWAYS something going on. This week is fashion week, so to kick off the good times, last night (September 10th) was Fashion’s Night Out. For the spring fashion week we will be fully prepared, but last night we were not having it. All we wanted were our beds and some DVDs. So…as we walked up 34th just a block from our apartment we hear a very rambunctious double decker tour bus and I was thinking, “Wow, those people certainly got a lively guide.” As I looked up to see him, I realized that it was not a guide at all but Puffy. (aka -P Diddy, Puff Daddy, Sean “Puffy” Combs.) His fashion week launch involved renting a double decker bus and cruising through Murray Hill. Victoria and I both concluded that we had chosen well with the neighborhood.
Once we got to Macy’s the festivities were in full swing and we realized how quickly we had turned into pushy New Yorker’s. We were huffing and puffing at the lost tourists trying to get into the parties and catch a glimpse of someone. When we checked out at Macy’s we were told that J-Lo was on 8 signing for her new perfume and Tommy Hilfiger was somewhere in the building. We couldn’t have gotten out of there faster. I guess you know that you have embraced life in New York when you run from celebrities. Kimora was about to hop out of a car as we walked by another store on the way home and we decided we had to get off this street. It was like a flood was coming.
With tired arms and rumbling tummies we made it home. Pizza and champagne sounded like the perfect combination. (We got a recommendation earlier for Bravo’s on 42nd and we are not disappointed.) It was fantastic! We assembled the beds and the coffee table and crashed.
Today involved a run in Central Park, the farmers market in Union Square and the Federer match with our loot in Madison Square Park. Tonight sure to bring more furniture building and perhaps Joshua Tree if we dare. Pictures of the improved place soon.
Love you all!
Lucy
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