Thursday, November 13, 2008

My Day Not in a Nutshell

Why do I always wait until the last minute to do EVERYTHING? I worked from home all day yesterday and had big plans to run all these errands before leaving for Miami...I didn't leave my apartment until 7:00 and I ended up having just enough time to go to the pharmacy and get a mani/pedi. The dry cleaners and framers will have to wait until I get back to New York on Tuesday.

I ended up packing at 10:00 and watched part of AC360. D went to bed and I started to feel guilty about leaving for my trip without finishing the photos from the engagement party. So I opened up my computer and proceeded to process the rest of the images until I burned the last DVD at 2:30am. I thought I was going to pass out. I had one of those awful sleep headaches and ironically when I got into my bed I could not fall asleep! A mere five hours later my sister called me to tell me they were running late so I should take a cab...I dialed my trusty all 7s and dragged myself to the shower - thank GOD for D's industrial strength coffee.

I made it to the airport before my mom and sister and Paloma so I took the time to visit Hudson News and buy up all the Obama publications that I have not been able to get anywhere in Manhattan - TIME, Newsweek, The Economist...perhaps I should have gone to LaGuardia on November 5th to buy the New York Times instead of all the places that I visited and couldn't find it!

We put Paloma in the stroller my parents have so that my sister wouldn't have to bring hers...after going through security and sticking her in it, we couldn't get her out. They make these straps stronger and safer than a parachute joke. Paloma was frustrated, my poor sister was staying calm trying to get her out while the baby was screaming and I was carrying my 20 pound bag, my camera bag, the diaper bag, the boarding passes and everything else we had. We hear someone behind coochie-cooing with the baby and suddenly she was quiet...we turned around to see who is was and who do we see but the fabulous Mario Batali...the baby started complaining (she does this thing where she doesn't really cry, she's just whining) again but we had enough time to tell him we were fans and that the babe was crying because she couldn't taste his food yet. She was as fascinated by his colorful outfit as we were...he really does where those bright pants and orange crocs everywhere he goes. We were so hungry half way through the flight because of course a 500 calorie cookie, tube of potato chips and trail mix do not sound too appetizing that we considered going into the First Class cabin to ask him if he had an osso bucco or perhaps a pizza margharita in his carry on luggage. We chickened out.

The flight was a huge success and after carrying our twenty pieces of carry on luggage and baby we walked the 10 miles through Miami International Airport to the baggage claim. The minute we arrived I realized that I had left my camera bag on the flight. I haven't had a panic attack since the bar exam - holy shit did I have one today. I had my d300, two lenses, a flash, more than five memory cards, a few filters...OMFG.

For ONCE American Airlines did not screw me over. I begged the nicest guy in the world, Barrett Hazell, to please help me and I was a crying mess and HE DID. He called the gate and someone had taken it off the plane and left it there. He even let me leave my luggage with them and gave me a gate pass while I ran for my life, Britney Spears style with my cute flats in my hand instead of on my feet (not so good for sprinting), back to the gate. It was actually there. I must have a guardian angel...I must. When I finished the photos last night it then became unnecessary for me to bring my computer (the only reason I was bringing it was to finish processing photos) so I changed my bag from a humongous one that could fit all my cameras, plus my laptop plus Paloma to a small one that fit just what I needed it. The bag doesn't even have my name on it. I was so happy I can't even begin to express it but I was also thrilled to know that there are actually kind people in the world who would return it and not steal it. In the cab on the way to the beach I wondered when I became so cynical that I would just assume that someone would steal it. I have to work on that...

We ordered a pizza and I drank two glasses of wine. I feel much better. I need sleep tonight and the beach tomorrow. Oh, and I need to remember to have a little more faith in people and to just remember to be positive in general.

No photos today. Photo posting will resume tomorrow.

Good night.


Today's soundtrack - They were showing Singles today. I felt nostalgic for the 90s and my obsession with Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins and all that other musical genius. I listened to this CD so much that I actually wore it out and bought a second.

Mother Love Bone - Chloe Dancer - OMG I played this song non-stop.

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