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July 31, 2008
Napping in New York
I’m on holiday and a wee bit tired. The day before yesterday, I forgot my wallet at work. At the time I didn’t know where I’d forgotten it. All I knew was that it wasn’t where I expected it to be. Maybe I hadn’t forgotten it at all. Maybe I had been pick-pocketed. Admittedly, this was unlikely as I was wearing lycra, but possible.
As I was due to get on a flight to New York the next day, I hightailed it back to work to find it, which I did, which was good news. However, it meant I spent a total of four hours on the bike that day (80km), the last 2 hours of which was when I had been planning to pack etc, so this had a knock-on effect as far as getting to sleep etc.
Work was typically busy the next day. My last action before fleeing the premises for 10 days was to bang out an email which will no doubt have caused conniptions to be had and palpitations to be palpated and fans to be hit with excrement. Sometimes these things just can’t be avoided. I suspect it will all be for the greater good in the long run, and neither the timing nor the conniptions were premeditated. In fact, a bit more pre-meditation and thought on my part may have prevented any conniptions, but oh well, what’s the point of living if you don’t get folks’ blood to the boiling point every now and then.
Immediately following the conniption-spawning, I hightailed it to Heathrow’s new Terminal Five which is basically a posh shopping mall. Following my wife’s strict instructions, I had a cocktail and a snack at the new Gordon Ramsay restaurant while I waited for my gate to be announced on the board by the bar.
The flight was fine. I watched two and three quarter movies and envied the group of young trendy Italians surrounding me who managed to become best friends with the steward despite, or perhaps because of, their almost constant calls for more wine, pillows, headsets, and more wine. I might have tried to insinuate myself into their party except that I was buffered by a scary woman with a bouffant hairdo and wobbly arms who obviously disapproved of them.
My only disappointment on the journey was that we landed before I could watch the end of the great Will Ferrell epic, Semi-Pro. The Italians and the riveting cinema meant that I didn’t get much sleep on the flight.
And so, today, the first day of my great adventure in the City that Doesn’t Sleep, has been spent mostly napping.
Posted by YandaMan at July 31, 2008 11:50 PM
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