What do you do when the spring 2015 snowstorm results in flight cancellations on a Friday night? I could have grumbled about the nasty, wet sludge but decided to welcome it with a much-needed 24-hour mini-vacation. After being in the Northeast for five days, one free day in Manhattan was a welcome diversion.
What can a Georgia redneck do when let loose for 24 hours in Manhattan? Here’s a short list of what I learned and what I squeezed in:
- The only conversations I had for an entire day were with perfect strangers I met in Bloomingdale’s, Radio City, theatre lines, limos, taxis, and restaurants.
- I didn’t buy one thing in Bloomingdale’s. I saw what I liked, took one look at the price tag, and hightailed it back to the hotel, where I found it cheaper on Amazon.com. Lesson learned: Do not come to NY to shop.
- I learned that the average New Yorker commutes 30 to 60 minutes to work each way in Manhattan. Next time I hear folks complaining about the drive to my office outside of ATL — where there’s a fishing pond, horses, and miles of walking space — I’ll tell ‘em they should thank their lucky stars they don’t have to deal with the crowds and stank smells of the NYC metro system.
- Past-life memories of my own prior lifetime in NY revitalized and confirmed my love of Broadway and Radio City. Ah, to have found that voice in this lifetime!
- Some people see one show when they come. I ventured to see two in one day: The Rockettes’ Spring Spectacular and Beautiful: The Carole King Musical. I was awestruck and starstruck by both, but then I found myself thinking, Hell, why didn’t I purse a career on Broadway? Oh, well, next lifetime!
- Limos are safer than cabs, but I figured a rickshaw is something you have to do at least once — and I did it in the snow even! Girlfriend, once was enough! Rickshaw riding in NYC is like living life on the edge. Perhaps their drivers should train NASCAR.
- I spoke three languages besides my native English. It was wonderful to be able to converse with others in their own language.
- I attended an event with an adult special-needs group from a local residential center. The young adults responded amazingly to the musical venue. It was wonderful to see so many wheelchair-bound hands rocking in the air! The one downer was being reminded that not everyone is respectful and tolerant of special-needs individuals. I heard one woman grumbling as she exited the venue, “I wouldn’t have come if I had known someone would have been groaning for the entire show.” We wouldn’t have come if we’d known her grumpy ass was going to be such a buzzkill!
- I came up with the tagline for my kids’ book.
All thanks to Delta Airlines and the spring 2015 Manhattan snowstorm. March 21, you’re a welcome date on my calendar!