Reverse Travel Journal 1 – Day 1

Never heard of a ‘Reverse Travel Journal’ before? Well I’m not surprised seeing as I made it up just now.

This year, like last year, my amazing, successful, wonderful, hottie of a BF is heading to LAS VEGAS to play (and win) the WORLD SERIES OF POKER tournament and a collection of lead up events; you can see the fun we had on last years trip starting here.

They only difference this year Is the terribly depressing news that I wont be joining him. My choice to visit the city of dreams, NEW YORK CITY last month, was made last year and I knew I could only have one trip. Seemed like a good idea at the time but now the thought of us being apart for 6 whole weeks makes me wonder. Sigh.

While he is enjoying the heat of the desert, the endless fun of happy hours, the company of good friends and of course the glory of winning i will be at our new home in Earlwood suffering through the brisk harsh winter supported only by our fluffy companion Lucy.

So, having just finished my day-2-day NYC blog and being the blog-aholic that I am, I’ve decided to document my life while he is away. Every small achievement, every doggy milestone every coffee drank will be here for him to see and know.
This is for him and will be written to him directly. But feel free to read along.

If you are interested to know about him or his progress in the world series you can follow his blog @ www.brendooor.com

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NYC Trip – Day 7 : Coffee Cake

4.45am is probably the earliest i’ve ever been up. And i have to say it’s completely unnatural. For me anyway.

Jess bravely drove our rental car to LAX from Palm Springs and although the GPS did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to and sent us off-course several times, somehow we bluffed our way back on track and made it to the rental car drop off centre in L.A. Even following a debacle there and despite being 40 minutes late for our check in time, the airline (or the random guy who checked us in at a portable desk the roadside) didn’t seem to notice. Refreshing for anyone who has ever flown with Jetstar.

I’d been at least 72 hours without coffee but again ran out of time to buy a cup before boarding. I ended up grabbing a piece of coffee cake instead, purely based on curiosity born from the Seinfeld ‘Drakes Coffee Cake’ episode. That curiosity paying off in the form of sugary goodness. Best decision i could have made.

I slept* for the first few hours of the 5 hour flight and awoke to the girls (and the rest of the plane) watching ‘We Bought a Zoo‘ which i had no choice but to watch (I even question this myself) and before long was surrounded by crying women. Although i do admit i fought my own tears back pretty hard.

When we arrived at the airport we learnt an important lesson that we carried with us for the rest of the trip. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ANYONE! A man on the Air train kindly offered to help us on our way. Before we could object he had our luggage on a trolley and was charging ahead. For his ‘help’ getting us to where we already knew we were going, he charged us a flat rate of $20 PLUS TIPS! I would usually object to someone clearly taking advantage of naive tourists, but It’s harder than you think to object when they lay it on thick about supporting their families this way. This was quite the learning curve for us.

We took a taxi to Chelsea to our new home for the next 2 weeks, where my brother Todd was meeting us. Pretty much the smallest apartment of all time and grossly misrepresented as being able to house 4 people. Clearly only appropriate for 3. So we purchased a blow up mattress at an all night Kmart with 3 levels of every kind of crap you could ever think of, with the size alone exceeding any notion you have of how big you think it might be.

The last adventure and best part of the day was having our first slice of late night pizza and garlic balls (so much garlicy goodness) washed down with ice-cold Canadian beer. Aahh…

When we got back to the apartment an episode of Seinfeld was on and could you guess which one? Drakes coffee cake! Serendipitous.

<;;3 Love note: Finally logged onto wireless and skyped my man for the first time on the trip.

* The word ‘slept’ is used extremely loosely when describing a state of attempted rest on flights of any kind.

**All pics taken with an iPhone 3 and run through befunky.com editing.

NYC Trip – Day 7 : Coffee Cake

4.45am is probably the earliest i’ve ever been up. And i have to say it’s completely unnatural. For me anyway.

Jess bravely drove our rental car to LAX from Palm Springs and although the GPS did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to and sent us off-course several times, somehow we bluffed our way back on track and made it to the rental car drop off centre in L.A. Even following a debacle there and despite being 40 minutes late for our check in time, the airline (or the random guy who checked us in at a portable desk the roadside) didn’t seem to notice. Refreshing for anyone who has ever flown with Jetstar.

I’d been at least 72 hours without coffee but again ran out of time to buy a cup before boarding. I ended up grabbing a piece of coffee cake instead, purely based on curiosity born from the Seinfeld ‘Drakes Coffee Cake’ episode. That curiosity paying off in the form of sugary goodness. Best decision i could have made.

I slept* for the first few hours of the 5 hour flight and awoke to the girls (and the rest of the plane) watching ‘We Bought a Zoo‘ which i had no choice but to watch (I even question this myself) and before long was surrounded by crying women. Although i do admit i fought my own tears back pretty hard.

When we arrived at the airport we learnt an important lesson that we carried with us for the rest of the trip. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ANYONE! A man on the Air train kindly offered to help us on our way. Before we could object he had our luggage on a trolley and was charging ahead. For his ‘help’ getting us to where we already knew we were going, he charged us a flat rate of $20 PLUS TIPS! I would usually object to someone clearly taking advantage of naive tourists, but It’s harder than you think to object when they lay it on thick about supporting their families this way. This was quite the learning curve for us.

We took a taxi to Chelsea to our new home for the next 2 weeks, where my brother Todd was meeting us. Pretty much the smallest apartment of all time and grossly misrepresented as being able to house 4 people. Clearly only appropriate for 3. So we purchased a blow up mattress at an all night Kmart with 3 levels of every kind of crap you could ever think of, with the size alone exceeding any notion you have of how big you think it might be.

The last adventure and best part of the day was having our first slice of late night pizza and garlic balls (so much garlicy goodness) washed down with ice-cold Canadian beer. Aahh…

When we got back to the apartment an episode of Seinfeld was on and could you guess which one? Drakes coffee cake! Serendipitous.

<;;3 Love note: Finally logged onto wireless and skyped my man for the first time on the trip.

* The word ‘slept’ is used extremely loosely when describing a state of attempted rest on flights of any kind.

**All pics taken with an iPhone 3 and run through befunky.com editing.

Top 10 Vegas tips:

This is my list of things that definitely come in handy when your visiting Vegas. Thanks for reading! Next laraineinandaround blogarama will be from NYC in April 2012. See you then!

1. Whatever money’s you anticipate it is going to cost you. Take triple.

2. Drinks are free as long as you gamble. But if you sit at a pokie for half an hour you will only see the drink lady once. So it’s probably not worth the $20 you just sunk in that Star Wars machine. The smart thing to do if you really want to get maximum alcohol for your $10, set up at the digital machines at the bar and keep the drinks coming.

3. Apparently the guys who sell water from eskys for $1 on the street have actually found empty bottles and filled them up. Yucky! Yes, I drank one.

4. If a cool guy offers you a ‘free’ cd of his music on any street, whether it be anywhere in L.A or Vegas, just remember it’s definately not free. They will ask you for money to donate towards recording but then forcefully guilt, yes guilt you into giving more because he’s just given you a cd for nothing. Awkward situation given that he then won’t take the cd back. Even more awkward when you get home and find out it’s blank. Oops.

5. You can’t hail cabs or be dropped off by cabs just anywhere in the street. They have allocated zones in each casino.

6. In Sydney if you dress like a prostitute people just call you a slut, but if you dress like a prostitute in Vegas, men will actually think you are.

7. Do not walk on the south side of the strip. It is crowded and slow and the middle 5 blocks are the only place where the ‘mexicans’ (they arnt all mexicans but that’s what people refer to them as) are allowed to hand out pornographic advertising material (ahem, see how I cleaned that up for y’all?). Keep in mind they aren’t allowed to actually speak to you, thankfully, but if you’re not careful they will slip them in your bag. Could be in trouble for that later boys.

8. The casinos look deceivingly close, but to walk is always much longer than you think. And hotter. Hotter than we experience here. Just catch a cab. Everywhere is within 10mins and will only cost you around $12 at the most.

9. This tip is specifically for Aussies: the pedestrian crossing lights do not beep to alert you when to cross so you will have to watch for the signal. Sounds silly but I promise you the first few times you will stand there with a delayed reaction wondering why everyone else is crossing. Then you will realize how much we rely on that incessant beep.

10. Everything seems cheaper than in Australia, but keep in mind tax is not included until you get to the register when It hits you like a slap in the face.