I don't know how big this place is, how long it takes to get anywhere, or even where we're staying.
Y'know, let's not get caught up in that. I'm not ready to think about that yet; I'm still working on my suitcase. Seriously, I'm not good at this. For 18 years I lived in town and packed up about once a month to head out to the farm. All those years of suitcase packing and I still run around fretting and spazzing out trying to figure out which socks to pack.
But I digress. As usual. So here are some NYC Things:
THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART
I think I could spend a whole day there. Which could come in handy... once my eyes glaze over listening to all those recording engineers talking about spdif files and wav files and kilohertz and megahertz and mabrainhertz.
THE OFFICE OF JANET REID, THE QUERY SHARK.
Can't think of anybody more "New York"than this literary agent... she's cool and tough and funny and sensitive and says what she means. She isn't my agent. I don't have an agent. But I'd settle for just seeing the front door of the building she works in. It's not creepy, right?
JOHN LENNON MEMORIAL
Annyong visited when she went to NYC with her school symphonic band. So she said I have to go too.
Absolutely everybody tells me I need to do some hanging around in here.
I heard there are horses somewhere in the park. Is that true? Could it be?
My friend-neighbour Leslie says we should have breakfast here.
OUR HOTEL ROOM
I will pretend to be a Struggling Author Trying to Finish My Much Anticipated Novel in my NYC hotel room. Also. Four days with husband. Not saying anything else.
Okay, that's all I got. Anybody else? I'm kind of at a loss here. I want to blog the whole thing, as it happens! Except for the plane ride. I intend to be oblivious in the plane. It's the only way to fly.
I'm outta here. We've got a few hours of nasty rainy cold weather to drive through to get to the airport. Wish me luck.
HOLY CRAP I'M GOING TO FREAKIN' NYC.