NYC Bus- "Dra-mom-a"

Boston to NYC
9:25am: Kiss my husband and daughter goodbye in front of train station

9:26am: Daughter reaches out her arms for me from car seat as they drive away- Heart ripped from chest.

9:45am: Stand 1st in line to board the China Bus for first dibs on seating.

9:55am: Tall brunette college student asks to sit next to me. Thank goodness it’s her and not that guy 3 rows ahead talking to him self.

10:52am: Dabble a bit of writing in my journal.
10:54am: Stop because the girl sitting next to me is trying to read it.

Noon: Wake up from the road-raging Chinese bus driver laying into the horn while swerving through traffic.

12:15pm: Repeat

12:45pm: Starving. Must pee really bad, but will wait for pit stop.

1:30pm: Given up all hope for a pit stop. Bladder about to explode. Stomach self-digesting

2pm: Arrive in NY Chinatown. Bolt off bus. Find out nearest train station to friend’s apartment is 5 blocks away.

NYC to Boston
2pm: Say goodbye to friend and hail a cab.

2:15pm: Wonder why the cabby is taking the wrong streets to Chinatown.
2:17pm: Sit in traffic. Watch the meter tick higher and higher. Understand why we’re taking the long route.

2:25pm: Hand the driver $12 for what should have been a $6 cab ride and slam the door.

2:30pm: 3rd to last to board China bus.

2:31pm: Grab only vacant seat near window. Pray someone doesn’t sit next to me so I can sprawl out.

2:32pm: Teenage girl asks “do you think you can sit next to someone so that me and my daddy can sit together?” (“Daddy”, how old are we?). < Sigh> “Fine!”

2:33pm: “Move to the only vacant seat, right next to a guy wearing a yarmulke.

2:34pm: Guy wastes no time initiating conversation. Asks all sorts of questions with big flirty smile. Lose any hope for napping.

2:45pm: More questions. Try to get a word in edgewise to mention my HUSBAND and DAUGHTER.

2:53pm: Guy confesses his strong desire to find a wife. Wish I was anywhere but here.

2:55pm: Find out that I was just hit on by a RABBI. Lose all hope for religion. Quickly pull out a picture of my daughter on her first birthday.

2:57pm: Guy sits back, closes his eyes to sleep - Hallelujah!


Summation:
- Great time in NYC with old friend as always.
- Bus ride to NY- quick, precarious, physically uncomfortable.
- Ride back home- Long, disheartening, quite uncomfortable all around.

Conclusion:
- Leaving my husband and baby girl for a 24 hour sample of the city life- heart-wrenching at first, but sooo worth the mani & pedi and full day of no tantrums.

- When recapping for my husband, I’ll blame the shameless hit on by a rabbi on my small wedding ring size. “People must not be able to see it”. Must address immediately.