New York- The Pit Stop on My Trip

Today (the first day away from St. Louis) I received a phone call at 7:30 am from the shuttle service I had reserved for Sunday. After calling super shuttle and setting the record straight, I got another phone call, this time from the driver. He informed me that I hadn't canceled and that "I better show up." I explained the situation to him, but he was really pissed, exclaiming that he had been waiting for "1 or 2 hours." This upsets me for 2 reasons:

1) I was woken from a beauty slumber a half hour too early, in the midst of a great REM cycle

2) The super (shuttle) driver was blatantly lying to me- nobody would ever wait 1-2 hours for anybody in New York- that may fly in St. Louis, but not here.

The main point I'm making is that I've found the first person who hates me on this trip, one who has my phone number. I just really hope that I don't have the same driver tomorrow, because I don't want to get crap from him about not showing up for a pick-up that I didn't schedule.

Then I finalized packing, which wasn't terrible, but my bags checked in at 44.5 lbs and 36 lbs, respectively. Leaving me only about 20 lbs to work with for the flight back to the states. (By the way, my airline, Cathay Pacific, only allows me to take 24 lbs of stuff because I'm flying with other peasants- keep that in mind when you all decide to visit me)

Upon arriving in New York City, I spent the afternoon watching TV (Blazing Saddles!) , Call of Duty, and going out to a couple of bars- not too exciting, but it works, especially because I have to get up for a flight in the morning. The most notable stories of the night include a pushy bartender who wanted us to drink more, for $7 beer. Of course neither of us accepted the offer- me because flying hungover isn't fun and my brother because he is lame/saving money. The big news of the night however came from the amazing ketchup I discovered at a bar called Pour House- sort of like a spicy tomato ketchup, which was delectable.

For all of you who were hoping to hear amazing stories of me eating Chinese with the ambassador or finding this amazing building, understand that my flight doesn't arrive there until the 11th, so I will not be able to actually blog about Hong Kong until then. This time, I can actually guarantee that I will be writing about Hong Kong the next time I post. So instead of talking about ketchup and bartenders, you'll hear some amazing tales! (unless its areally good ketchup/bartender)

To those who are choosing to follow (and actually read this blog post)I appreciate your loyalty in seeing that I am putting up useful posts. Consider this the "bad" post until I deem otherwise. I appreciate your comments, and I'm glad to see some followers (thanks, mom!).

Anyways, tomorrow is a big day, so time to sleep again! This time I'm dreaming of a safe trip to JFK, with Queen Latifah as my driver, but not dreaming of chasing down Brazilian bank robbers (what?).