Day One in New York, A Diary
8:00 Wake up. Ahhhh…. Sleeping in. How glorious! New York City, here I come! Put on my pin-striped suit, nice blouse, accessories, high-heeled boots. I am CHIC. I shall conquer the world.
9:00 First meeting. I meet the Publisher at a major publishing house. She shakes my hand and says that She. Has. Read. My. Blog. Oh yeah. Clearly, I’ve arrived.
9:30 Maxwell’s literary agent turns to me and asks the nightmare question: “Stephanie, would you share with the group what you’ve been doing with John’s social media?” Huh? What? Um, nobody told me to prepare for THAT. We are sitting with eight of the top influencers in this House. I say…. something. For … some period of time. And then (I assume) I conclude. I have no memory of what I communicated. But I think the adrenaline rush burned 500 calories in 5 minutes. I’m a sweaty moron.
12:00 Lunch. Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The restroom must contain more expensive furnishings than my entire house. I secretly video the bathroom stall. Meet attendant outside door and manage to escape before she confiscates my iPhone. I am an international woman of mystery.
1:55 Walk to next meeting. After 5 hours in heels, forget that I am wearing heels. While speedwalking on uneven pavement. Step in hole, twist ankle, fall to knees. Fortunately fall is broken by my MacBook. Clearly, I am a clutz.
2:00 Meeting #2. Expect request to present. Say… something. A little more coherently. Still sweaty. Hopefully a little less moronic.
4:00 Cab ride to hotel. Change clothes. Cab ride to restaurant. I. Am. Exhausted. And a wimp.
5:15 Dinner at DelFrisco’s Steakhouse. Eat entirely too much of best steak, sides, and desserts in existence. I’m a glutton.
7:00 Watch the musical Wicked for the first time. LOVE it and get all weepy at the end. I am such an artsy fartsy baby.
10:00 Check email to see this from LC “Mom, your pocket called us. Please call again later.” Hm. That explains why my battery is at 10%. I am a tech GENIUS.
Receive text from Alex, our babysitter, that Abby is sick. Sign me up for the Neglectful Mother Club.
10:45 Return to hotel room, work out Abby’s treatment and plans for the next day. Check 47 emails. I will never conquer the world.
11:30 Fall into bed. Feel SOOOO tired. I am loving this trip, but I hope it doesn’t kill me.
Day 2 wasn’t half as crazy. Abby’s just got a cold. But I’m still Wiped. Out.
Wheeeee!
12 responses so far ↓
1 Marni // Nov 4, 2009 at 3:42 pm
I choked on my Jolly Rancher at the the whole “Walk to next meeting. After 5 hours in heels, forget that I am wearing heels. While speedwalking on uneven pavement. Step in hole, twist ankle, fall to knees. Fortunately fall is broken by my MacBook. Clearly, I am a clutz”.
So thank you for that. I’m alone. No one to Heimlich me. Could have died. But at least people could literally have said “she died laughing!” and that would have made great blog fodder for you.
Anywhoooo, glad you are having fun being an international woman of mystery, not to mention a reknown (sweaty) wordsmith.
2 Marni // Nov 4, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Yeah, that’s renown, not reknown. It’s the lack of oxygen from the chocking…that old story
3 Marni // Nov 4, 2009 at 3:44 pm
choking, not chocking. I think I’m just gonna call 911. Maybe I lost more air than I thought….
4 Steph at the Red Clay Diaries // Nov 4, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Marni – Call 911. Otherwise I’ll have to add “I am a murderer” to my list. Or at least “I am a brain-damager.”
5 katdish // Nov 4, 2009 at 3:58 pm
You’re my very favorite sweaty moron…
6 Steph at the Red Clay Diaries // Nov 4, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Katdish – Aww, thanks. And YOU are MY favorite nutty felon. (You ARE a felon, right? Not yet? Okay, I’ll hang on to that description.)
7 joyce // Nov 4, 2009 at 4:10 pm
So if we figure something out at least I’ll recognize you…you’ll be the sweating limping International woman of mystery who looks completely comfortable in heels.
Sounds like a fabulous trip!
8 L.L. Barkat // Nov 4, 2009 at 4:42 pm
Is New York ready for you? Maybe not, international woman of mystery.
(U r 2 funny)
9 Helen // Nov 4, 2009 at 10:17 pm
I take it that your macbook is okay, since you are able to blog and check email. Glad you are okay, too.
Video taping the bathroom stall, huh? You know how ladies are supposed to go in pairs? Who is gonna wanna partner up with you if you do things like that, Steph?
10 Candy // Nov 4, 2009 at 10:19 pm
You can go to jail for videotaping bathrooms in NY, moron. Just sayin’.
HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAUGHTER?? Last I knew, she was looking for an apt in West Village.
11 Mulled Vine // Nov 5, 2009 at 7:16 am
I almost sprayed my low fat soup all over my nice new laptop! Very funny you are, and superbly chic.
12 Peter P // Nov 5, 2009 at 11:49 am
You should go on a Mac commercial extolling the strength and fall-breaking power of a Macbook!
Oh, and it’s amusing that you met someone who has read your blog and then blogged about how you fluffed a presentation a few minutes later. I wonder if they read this post…..
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