Dan and lil Phil in NYC @ Christmas Time! DAY ONE 🎄🎁❄️☃🎅🏻
9 December 2016
Our first day in New York City. And by our, I mean lil Phil. You'll probably
see him make an appearance or two either on video or in photos. Anyway, when we hit
the streets it smells in smog and Christmas. Bright lights dazzle around us. There is a combination of magic and electricity in the air.
We got the bus from the airport to Port Authority Bus Terminal. Thanks to traffic it took us almost an hour and a half to make it into the city. Then we had to walk to the Bryant Park underground station. Well, there in the living fuck is that? I asked 4 different people and got 4 different answers. One bloke after that didn't want to help me, he wanted me to give him money for dope. The fucking bollucks on him! I told him to piss off and that I didn't have any extra cash. Lil Phil burried his head in my collarbones during the exchange, fearing I might whack the shite out of this panhandler. He eventually disappeared into the bus termail, probably to suck cock for cash and we dashed away before he could try and talk to us again. We headed down to 42nd like the directions told me. We saw the underground station but when we got down there I didn't have a metro card and you couldn't buy one at the location. So, we headed across the street to the metro station there. We were able to get a metro card and put money on it, then we found out this station doesn't have the train we need.
We were informed that we had to go down to Bryant Park which was "a few" blocks down from where we are. Isn't anything fucking easy? Tired, we headed off down in the direction of Bryant Park. Snapping photos from time to time on our way down to that underground station. The Christmas market drew our attention and we knew we had to take some pictures! We detoured into the park, snapping photos and even doing a bit of filming. (You can see that on my Facebook / Instagram).
Bryant Park Christmas Market!
This was my first ever American Christmas Market! I was curious to see how it differed from the UK and Germany since I'd been to dozens of them there before. On Sunday we head off to the Union Square Christmas market! Photos will be posted mainly on FB, but a few will be on my Twiter & Instagram.
We finally made it to the underground stop, clambered down the steps with the luggage and got on the train. Thankfully, it was only a few stops before we landed at our stop. Heaving the luggage and lil Phil, I made it to the top of the steps. I walked down the three streets to get to the hotel. The sign is so small we actually went past it before looking back and noticing it. Dashing back, we wrenched the door open, held it for two ladies then went inside and up the stairs. And in that lies another tale.
We got the bus from the airport to Port Authority Bus Terminal. Thanks to traffic it took us almost an hour and a half to make it into the city. Then we had to walk to the Bryant Park underground station. Well, there in the living fuck is that? I asked 4 different people and got 4 different answers. One bloke after that didn't want to help me, he wanted me to give him money for dope. The fucking bollucks on him! I told him to piss off and that I didn't have any extra cash. Lil Phil burried his head in my collarbones during the exchange, fearing I might whack the shite out of this panhandler. He eventually disappeared into the bus termail, probably to suck cock for cash and we dashed away before he could try and talk to us again. We headed down to 42nd like the directions told me. We saw the underground station but when we got down there I didn't have a metro card and you couldn't buy one at the location. So, we headed across the street to the metro station there. We were able to get a metro card and put money on it, then we found out this station doesn't have the train we need.
We were informed that we had to go down to Bryant Park which was "a few" blocks down from where we are. Isn't anything fucking easy? Tired, we headed off down in the direction of Bryant Park. Snapping photos from time to time on our way down to that underground station. The Christmas market drew our attention and we knew we had to take some pictures! We detoured into the park, snapping photos and even doing a bit of filming. (You can see that on my Facebook / Instagram).
Bryant Park Christmas Market!
We finally made it to the underground stop, clambered down the steps with the luggage and got on the train. Thankfully, it was only a few stops before we landed at our stop. Heaving the luggage and lil Phil, I made it to the top of the steps. I walked down the three streets to get to the hotel. The sign is so small we actually went past it before looking back and noticing it. Dashing back, we wrenched the door open, held it for two ladies then went inside and up the stairs. And in that lies another tale.
Hotel of Hinderance
When we finally got to the hotel we met the cutest fucking dog ever!! She had a little pink nose and a golden coat with brownish undertones. She came right up to me and wanted to be pet. She jumped up on me and licked me and sniffed lil Phil. Her owner called her back over whilst we were at the reception desk, but she whined and tried to get back to us. She settled down a few minutes later and truthfully, I just wanted to cuddle the adorable little poochie! I don't have photos of the front desk because there was a little sign threatening legal action if you took photos without permission and the bloke behind the counter could barely speak English. I wasn't about to fuck with that voodoo!
Now, I had emailed this hotel 3 weeks in advance asking if you room was indeed paid in full or would I need to pay upon arrivial. They never got back to me. I asked a second time a few days before our arrival and still nothing. When I got to the little window I brought it up and the bloke faked confusion. Well, he won't have to fake it once I shove my trainer up in ass! He then informed me that it was paid in full and handed me a room key. He pointed down a corridor and told me it was third door down on the right...Little did I know I'd hear him all evening chatting to other patrens or himself. It got to the point after a few hours, I almost pulled a chunk of my fringe out. I just need to eat something and take my sleep tablets. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Le Burger
I was starving after not eating this morning, so I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger, a diet cola and a small side of chips. GrubHub promised quick delivery but the standard cook-delivery time was 45 minutes. Nothing too bad. An hour and five minutes later the delivery boy arrived and handed me a bag and departed...The chips were cold, there was no soda and they had given me the wrong burger entirely. Out of hunger, I was ready to just try and eat the fucking thing, but I decided 'Fuck that shit!'. Something deep inside of me whispered to me and said, "You know what you want, you fucking ordered it! And don't die of thirst because of that arsewad. Ring them and get what you paid for. Don't let them cheat you! You paid good hard earned money and got shite. Do it Dan...Do it for you and do it for me." And I did. I got on the phone and rang the place. They answered on the 7th ring. The place was noisier than a birdhouse during mating season.
"Hello?" He shouted in the direction out the mouthpiece. "Hello. Um, I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger from you guys and I got a completely different burger." "Oh?" "Yes. Instead of bacon and cheese it had two thick tomato slices and almost a complete head of lettuce on it. Also, I ordered a diet cola and it wasn't in the order." "What you want me to do sweetheart?" Sweetheart. What the fuck is that? I had to put the phone down for a moment. "Well, I would like to have the correct order, please." "I dunno if we can do that." Ultra thirsty, starving and pissed off, I lost my temper. "Look mate, either you give me the correct burger that I ordered and my soda or I'll come down there and stomp the ever living fuck out of you." Silence. "Yes, yes we can do this. You want refund or correct burger?" Panic coated his voice."I'd like to have the correct burger and the diet cola." "Ok. Yes, yes, yes. We do that now." "Good. I'm still at the same hotel. I won't go anywhere until you arrive." "Okay, it will be 30 minutes." I slammed the phone down and headed back to my room. 'Fucking tosser." I muttered under my breath as I wrenched the door open. Lil Phil was still happily snuggled in under the blanket. I didn't even comment on the chips because I was so goddamn hungry I just ate them. It was easier than trying to wait. There were also no guarantees that the order would be right this time. Also, I need to eat when I take some of my tablets.
An hour later the delivery boy showed up again. "He'd like the burger back." That has to be one of the most bizarre things I've ever heard in my life. Why would he want it back? To eat? To resell? I'll leave the detective work for Fin and the rest of the SVU squad. Burger trafficking might make it their case. I checked quickly to make sure I had everything then thanked the boy. He shut the door and I cracked open the diet cola. SO GOOD. SO LOVELY. I swilled down half the can before unwrapping the burger. It smelled of Heaven. I spread ketchup over the top of the bacon (btw this is the only time that ketchup on bacon is appropriate) pressed the bun over it and took a bite. I have to say the burger was fucking amazing and tasted like Heaven. The price was a tad high, but fuck it. What Danny wants Danny gets.
"Hello?" He shouted in the direction out the mouthpiece. "Hello. Um, I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger from you guys and I got a completely different burger." "Oh?" "Yes. Instead of bacon and cheese it had two thick tomato slices and almost a complete head of lettuce on it. Also, I ordered a diet cola and it wasn't in the order." "What you want me to do sweetheart?" Sweetheart. What the fuck is that? I had to put the phone down for a moment. "Well, I would like to have the correct order, please." "I dunno if we can do that." Ultra thirsty, starving and pissed off, I lost my temper. "Look mate, either you give me the correct burger that I ordered and my soda or I'll come down there and stomp the ever living fuck out of you." Silence. "Yes, yes we can do this. You want refund or correct burger?" Panic coated his voice."I'd like to have the correct burger and the diet cola." "Ok. Yes, yes, yes. We do that now." "Good. I'm still at the same hotel. I won't go anywhere until you arrive." "Okay, it will be 30 minutes." I slammed the phone down and headed back to my room. 'Fucking tosser." I muttered under my breath as I wrenched the door open. Lil Phil was still happily snuggled in under the blanket. I didn't even comment on the chips because I was so goddamn hungry I just ate them. It was easier than trying to wait. There were also no guarantees that the order would be right this time. Also, I need to eat when I take some of my tablets.
An hour later the delivery boy showed up again. "He'd like the burger back." That has to be one of the most bizarre things I've ever heard in my life. Why would he want it back? To eat? To resell? I'll leave the detective work for Fin and the rest of the SVU squad. Burger trafficking might make it their case. I checked quickly to make sure I had everything then thanked the boy. He shut the door and I cracked open the diet cola. SO GOOD. SO LOVELY. I swilled down half the can before unwrapping the burger. It smelled of Heaven. I spread ketchup over the top of the bacon (btw this is the only time that ketchup on bacon is appropriate) pressed the bun over it and took a bite. I have to say the burger was fucking amazing and tasted like Heaven. The price was a tad high, but fuck it. What Danny wants Danny gets.
Yes, I'm using my Macbook Pro as a table. There isn't one in the room. I usually
do this anyway. It's had sauce, blood, taco sauce and God knows what else on it and
it still works brilliantly. Magical.
The Hole
I needed some water to take my tablets with. I find they sit easier in my stomach with just water rather than anything else. I pulled on my Slytherin jimjam bottoms and headed out to the bathrooms down the other end of the hall. I waited for 1 of the 4 rooms to become available while I scrolled through FB answering messages. Finally, the bloke who was in there came out and was like, "Shaved, nice." I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. Of course, I'm clean shaven. I didn't wanna walk around the city with 5 o'clock shadow. I smiled weakly and slid into the bathroom before anything else could be said.
Then I saw what he was talking about. There was a giant hole in the crotch of my jimjam bottoms and you could see pretty much my entire crotch and my Christina piercing. Thankfully they couldn't see my Princess Diana one. That's all I'd need. I sat behind the door waiting to hear if the coast was clear. As soon as I dubbed it safe to return to my room, I grabbed my mug of water and hauled ass back to my room. My heart was pounding. How many other people had seen this when I was on my way to the bathroom? Shit. Flaming shit! Why didn't I check them before I packed them?! Because I'm a moron is why. A bleeding moron.
But that wasn't the only high point in the evening.
Then I saw what he was talking about. There was a giant hole in the crotch of my jimjam bottoms and you could see pretty much my entire crotch and my Christina piercing. Thankfully they couldn't see my Princess Diana one. That's all I'd need. I sat behind the door waiting to hear if the coast was clear. As soon as I dubbed it safe to return to my room, I grabbed my mug of water and hauled ass back to my room. My heart was pounding. How many other people had seen this when I was on my way to the bathroom? Shit. Flaming shit! Why didn't I check them before I packed them?! Because I'm a moron is why. A bleeding moron.
But that wasn't the only high point in the evening.
Drunkenness
The clock struck midnight and all the fuckwits came out to play. Down my corridor, there were two drunken morons pounding on each other's doors, swearing and they got into a fight. The yelling damn near rattled my door. The little owner who lives on the floor came running out screaming and demanding to know what the hell was doing on. I heard him shuffle down the corridor to yell at the two troublemakers, but then all of a sudden he started down the way he came. He'd probably seen the size of the two blokes and decided he didn't want his legs broken.
The next thing I hear is him on the phone to the police. The way he described what was going on was priceless. "Hi, I have problem at my hotel. Two drunken idots fight in the corridor and scream and yell. It took late for this shit! Send help! Quickly please." Lil Phil and I laid in the darkness not choking on silent hysterical letter. Not long after the po-po showed up and took the two away to question them about the fight and the damages they caused. What a fucking first night! We fell asleep not long after the whole drunken ordeal.
The clock struck midnight and all the fuckwits came out to play. Down my corridor, there were two drunken morons pounding on each other's doors, swearing and they got into a fight. The yelling damn near rattled my door. The little owner who lives on the floor came running out screaming and demanding to know what the hell was doing on. I heard him shuffle down the corridor to yell at the two troublemakers, but then all of a sudden he started down the way he came. He'd probably seen the size of the two blokes and decided he didn't want his legs broken.
The next thing I hear is him on the phone to the police. The way he described what was going on was priceless. "Hi, I have problem at my hotel. Two drunken idots fight in the corridor and scream and yell. It took late for this shit! Send help! Quickly please." Lil Phil and I laid in the darkness not choking on silent hysterical letter. Not long after the po-po showed up and took the two away to question them about the fight and the damages they caused. What a fucking first night! We fell asleep not long after the whole drunken ordeal.
The two mini vlogs I filmed, one on the B line underground line and the short one at the Christmas Market in Bryant park can be viewed on my Facebook, Twitter and Instagram! Images can be seen on my Facebook from Day One of tour! Each day will get their own album! :D Also in the 12 days leading up to Christmas, I will be doing '12 Blogs of Christmas'; It will feature fun things to do with friends/family, baking treats and other things.' Subscribe here so you don't miss one!! I'd also like to thank you guys for the 3,050 views that I got yesterday! It means so much to me! If you'd like to link me to your social medias, comment below or reach out to me via my links below!!
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