After hopping into bed at 7am I slept until about 10 when John and Chrissy got up.
Jay came home in a fluster, her card wouldn’t work in the cab and the cabbie was waiting downstairs for payment. Not only did John run down and pay for her cab but her bought her a coffee up too.
We all sat around and chatted, I was trying to keep my eyes open. Eventually Jay and I tried to nap again for a few hours but my berrocca had kicked in and I had no luck falling asleep.
It was my NZ/ Aus bday so I skyped my family and opened some of my lovely gifts they had sent over. I told them I wish it would snow.
We had pre-booked a brunch with a bottle of champagne, 8 welcome cocktails and a pitcher of mimosa so was eager to get there.
I’d lost my stockings and Jay didn’t have any so we rushed to the chemist to grab some before the brunch. Coming out of the chemist, it started to snow. I squealed I was so happy.
When we arrived at Hotel Chantelle, they didn’t have our booking, didn’t know about the event and weren’t going to honour our vouchers. Plus the kitchen had closed. What a mess. We mucked around waiting for ages and they finally said we could order breakfast, they’d keep the kitchen open. Long story short, when they finally honoured our vouchers we ended up with HEAPS of alcohol, too much in fact so we invited people over to drink it with us.
When we went to leave they true to charge me for all the alcohol. Then they screwed up the receipt, then again. Then my card wouldn’t work so I had to run to the bank. By now the snow was falling heavily and everything was white.
Back upstairs at the bar they’d screwed up the bill again! I had to find the me manger myself. Not impressed.
We met John back at the apartment for some drinks then went out for more drinks. We went to Harlem for ribs – holy moly they were good. They get their own blog post too.
We kicked on back in midtown for some drinks and walked home at midnight which turned into my Northern America bday.
Home for a decent nights sleep before our last day in NYC.