Someone had to do it…I just had to de-virginize another person into becoming a Handbag Ho!
Kelly was complaining about not making enough money, so I showed her how she could make more money, by joining me on my never-ending “quest” for handbags. Doesn’t she look happy spending lots of money here?!
Unlike the last time I was in New York, (where I found nothing to buy except one Prada bag, that I just had to keep for myself) – This time we did some major damage between Saks and Bergdorf Goodman for handbags and then Kelly stepped into the World of Luxury with her first personal Luxury purchase, which was not a handbag! (I am not allowed to disclose what it was, but it was gorgeous and very unexpected!) Once that first step is taken, there is no going back!
We shopped all day on Saturday which made up for the hours of mindless trekking we had done on Friday, down in the Village and Soho. I had a brand new Android phone whose Maps/GPS feature took us over a mile out of our way! Once we got back on track, we celebrated with pizza at Lombardi’s.
We started the day on Friday with cake items from the Magnolia Bakery on Bleeker and then ended the day on Saturday with Cupcakes from Sprinkles on the upper East Side. The jury has returned with the verdict…Sprinkles wins hands down! The cake I had from Magnolia was tasteless and dry while Sprinkles cupcakes were lush and rich tasting! I never eat that much sugar in a day, much less a month, so I was a little queasy from it all.
My friend Jeff drove in from Boston on Saturday and pretended to be interested while we were obsessing over handbags and then he dragged us down to the Village (again) later that night, to hear a band. We never made it to that club but ended up getting soaked to the bone, walking to the subway on the way home. I have never been so wet in my entire life. It was worse than stepping out of a shower. ARGH!
We did meet four young boys from Belfast, who were lost on the Subway. They followed us downtown through a few line changes and then we set them off on their own into the Village. Hope they made it back safely.
We ended up back at the Hotel, exhausted, and just dropped to the floor!
Out of amusement I always say that I am going to the “Bodega” to get my coffee and Jeff told me that “Bodega” meant “Whorehouse” in Spanish, instead of Grocery Store, which I thought it meant! Uh…Jeffy – go look on Dictionary.com which shows you are WRONG! So I can still get my coffee from the Bodega!
Kelly left early on Sunday and I walked around a bit through a Street Fair on Lexington and then had to go buy another suitcase to fit all the purses we had purchased.
The trip then ended on a ridiculous note in that my flight was delayed four times at La Guardia. I got a hotel room so I didn’t have to sit in the terminal and then ended up missing my flight, when it finally took off at midnight, instead of 9:00 pm. I finally made it home at about 11 am on Monday.
We stayed at the St. Giles Hotel (The Court) on 39th & Lexington and while it was convenient to Grand Central, I think I preferred it when I stayed at the Empire Hotel further uptown. It just seemed easier to get around from up there rather than having to walk more from the Midtown location of the St. Giles.
The St. Giles was great in that we had a one-bedroom Suite (about 650 sf) for less than $250/night. Again, not as nice or upscale of a Hotel as the Empire was, but it was like having an apartment in the City, which was much nicer to live in for the few days we were there. I already miss being up there, rain and all! It also wasn’t as hot as I expected it to be which was a welcome relief.
Such bad language on this T-shirt we saw in the Village but so appropriate for who I was thinking of, when I saw it!