Rockapella Holiday, Day 1
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The morning was difficult for me. The day before, I had been catching up on everything that
needed to be done for the trip but couldn’t due to the loss of power at my
house and the surrounding neighborhoods.
Very strong winds had hit our area on Wednesday night, and trees were
strewn about everywhere, knocking down power lines and making transformer
bursts look like bolts of lightning all over the skies. 24 hours later, I had power, but the damage
was done to my schedule. I had tons of
stuff to do, and not enough time to do it.
But I was packed and ready to go in the morning…until I kept remembering
little stupid things that needed to be packed, and then I was too late to meet
Wendy at our agreed-upon time. I
realized that I didn’t haveWendy’s phone number in my phone anymore, and it
also wasn’t written down anywhere. All
of the searching for her number was not getting me any closer to the airport,
so I texted Karla and asked her to contact Wendy if she possibly had a number. Well, thank goodness, she still had Jeff’s
cell phone number in her phone, so I could relax and just meet everyone at the
airport.
I worried about traffic because I heard about road
construction on the 10 and couldn’t remember where the mentioned exits were
located. I trudged ahead, though, and
soon realized that those exits were not where I would be driving. I got to the airport parking lot, got a good
spot, and walked to the terminal. The
security line was a little longer than normal, and I realized that TSA only had
2 lanes open for their machines. You’d
think that on a weekend in December, they’d have more lanes open for all of the
travelers, especially because this is the time of year when the
less-experienced travelers are out and about, visiting family and stuff. But noooooo.
Karla gave me updates on the boarding status, but I remained
patient. Even when the guy 2 points in
front of me didn’t even have his boarding pass yet (Dude, did you not read ANY
signs while we were standing in line?!).
Even when the guy in front of me
didn’t have his real ID and had to explain to the agent that he had lost his
wallet and was told that he could use a photocopy. Oh, goodness.
But I made it! My patience paid
off, I barely made it into my boarding group, found my friends in row 10, and
we were good to go.
Our takeoff from ONT was quite turbulent due to the
remaining winds, but the rest of the flight went OK. We changed planes at PHX and Karla scored us
seats in the 2nd row. We were
seated behind a little boy who shares his name with a very tall former Lakers
center that graduated from UCLA, so I’ll use that player’s initials here (KAJ)
in order to protect the kid. KAJ had
been pretty active in the airport already, and he was quite talkative. The flight attendants took a liking to him
and talked to him to keep him entertained while he was awake. We learned that KAJ was 4 years old and he
had a twin brother at home. They are
identical except for one thing: Grandma informed everyone that KAJ got a mohawk
on this trip, which Mom didn’t know was going to happen. The hairstyle kind of fit his
personality. Like any other excited
4-year-old boy, he talked about what it was like to ride airplanes, and told
stories about how he was just sitting there doing
“nothing….nothing…nuuuuuuthiiiiing” when his twin up and punched him in the
eye. Wendy and I had other ideas about
how that happened, but still, he was funny.
He wanted an iPad, mostly the one that the flight attendant said she
owned. At the end of the trip, he was
asked to sing, but wouldn’t do so until everyone in the group was quiet. Then he very quietly sang a song, during
which, when he was told that they couldn’t hear him, he got irritated and told everyone to be quiet
so that he could sing. Ah, a rock star
in the making. He’ll learn soon that
rock stars just turn up the amps and sing the heck out of the microphone in
order to be heard. But I won’t be the
one to teach him that. I just wanted to
see the expression on his mom’s face when she saw his new ‘do, but we didn’t
get to see that.
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| Inside Macy's |
We landed at EWR and took the air train to P4, where the
hotel shuttle would pick us up. When we
arrived at the Best Western Robert Treat Hotel, we unpacked, charged up our
phones, and got ready to go to NYC. We
took the hotel shuttle to Penn Station in Newark, and got tickets for the NJ
Transit, which, we were told, would be leaving in 4 minutes. So we hurriedly walked over to the platform
and stepped onto the crowded train.
Luckily for us, we were only there for 1 stop before arriving at Penn
Station in NYC. Don’t you think it’s
silly that the 2 stations so close to each other had the same name? We think so.
It’s kind of confusing. Stacey
hadn’t arrived yet, so we went to Macy’s to wait, while Karla shopped for
unmentionables. Yeah, I still mentioned
them. That’s the way I roll. She got a great deal for them on sale, then
Stacey found us, and we had dinner at au bon pain on the 8th floor,
on the side of the store where the escalators were wooden on the sides. Karla was excited to be on those escalators, and
they were neat and different. Since that
was also the area where the kids were taking pictures with Santa, they also had
a couple of movie posters on display for “Miracle on 34th Street”,
so I needed to take a picture of one before we left, because that’s where the
story takes place, you know.
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| Outside Macy's |
Stacey showed us the department store windows, which are
really cool to look at in NYC. The
Macy’s windows were themed with Wishes, due to their sponsorship for the
Make-A-Wish Foundation. The theme was
about how wishes were made and where they went.
It was kind of futuristic, and at the end of the display, you could
design your own ornament and buy it inside.
We also saw the windows at Lord & Taylor, which were lined with
children’s drawings of different holiday themes, around displays of
neighborhood traditions. My favorite
drawing was that of Ginger the Gingerbread Man.
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| Mabuhay Pinay! |
We passed by the New York Public Library, and I advised Wendy that this was where the climactic scene in “Ghostbusters” takes place with the Gatekeeper and the Key. She hadn’t realized that it was an actual place. I just had to take a picture at the Philippine Embassy as we walked by.
We went to Rockefeller Center, and Stacey took us up to her
office on the 33rd floor of the GE building, where we leaned out the
window of the library to take pictures of the skating rink and tree below
us. Yeah, we leaned out of open
windows. Kinda. We’re all kind of scared of heights, so I
just strapped my camera on my hand and held the camera out the window. But look at how cool the picture came
out!
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| Rockefeller Center, from 33 stories up |
We then went downstairs and took pictures by the trumpeting
angels, where you can see the more famous view of the tree at Rockefeller
Center.
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| The Posse at Rockefeller Center |
Since we were in the perfect spot for it, we waited a couple
of minutes for the projections on Saks Fifth Avenue to start. The theme was of bubbles and snowflakes at
war with each other or something like that.
My favorite part was at the beginning when all of the windows had lit up
projections on them, and they “opened’ at the same time. Very nice effect.
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| Snowflake at 57th |
We tried to go into St. Patrick’s Cathedral, but it was
closed. Then we walked over to 57th Street to see the snowflake. For those fans of Rockapella’s Christmas
music, this is mentioned in Scott’s lyric: “A snowflake of light suspended high
above 57th”. Wendy didn’t
know that this actually existed, either.
At the same intersection, I saw and really liked
the Tiffany window of a carousel. When
you look inside the porthole, you see the store and the window you’re peering
into, so it’s like an infinity painting.
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| Tiffany window of Tiffany window |
At that point, we bid good night to Stacey, and also,
apparently, to Karla’s unmentionables.
So we ended up going to a drug store for more of them. They don’t need to be pretty folks, just
functional. We walked back to Penn
Station NYC, as I marveled at the theaters that were showing “Wicked” and “The
Book of Mormon”. When we got to 42nd
Street, I felt the need to do high kicks, but refrained. I tried to get a picture of Madison Square
Garden, but those didn’t come out very well.
APPARENTLY, there had been some kind of boxing match there that evening,
as evidenced by the flags and the boxing gloves around some necks.
We waited at Penn Station NYC for quite a while with a LOT
of other people before a train arrived to take us back to NJ. When the train got to Track 8, we were happy
because we were close to the entrance.
Then we were pretty much pushed into the door. I was not moving of my own accord. Wendy said that she even spun around a couple
of times. I wish we had video of
that. After I had to assure Karla twice
that Wendy was, indeed, in back of us, we got seats on the train. We decided that we didn’t want to wait for
the shuttle to pick us up, and walked back to the hotel.
Exhausted from all of the walking and traveling, we settled
in for an exciting day ahead. Thanks,
Stacey, for touring us around! We’re
here, Pella!
Next up: Pella Pops
Day