Part of me wants to write about our move to the next step (IVF), but part of me is not quite ready to move on to reality after our vacation. So, my plan is to spend the next four days writing about each day of our trip. After that, I will write/update about our move to IVF. I think it's only fair that I give myself and my husband time to process the news first.
Day 1 of the trip started off on the wrong foot. AF began on Thursday morning with spotting and we had a devil child on our plane. But once we took off and were able to watch TV (we flew JetBlue), it was smooth sailing. We landed at JFK around 12:40 and got to the hotel a little before 3. We stayed at the W New York on Lexington Avenue. The room was tiny, as most hotel rooms in New York are, but it was very nice and ended up being central to just about everything. We unpacked, took a minute to charge our phones, then set out into the city to see as much as possible before the baseball game.
Our first stop? A place called Burger Heaven where we ate a pretty good lunch at a reasonable price. From there, we walked over a couple of blocks to St. Patrick's Cathedral. This was Joey's first trip to New York, so he was amazed at the architecture and the artwork. We spent about 30 minutes just wandering around in silence. We lit a candle in front of the altar of St. Joseph and said a prayer at the altar of Mary. I got a little teary-eyed saying my prayer. I think we all know what it was about.
Next, we headed down 5th Avenue to do some shopping. I browsed the cases at Tiffany's (and, despite my husband's encouragement, did not walk away with any items) and Joey bought a US Soccer shirt from the Nike store. By this time, it was nearing 4:30 and we needed to get back to the hotel and get ready for the game. We walked back, changed into our Phillies gear, and headed downtown to Grand Central to catch the 7 to the Citi Field in Queens. Joey got a taste of what Grand Central looks like at rush hour on a workday.<
The subway ride to the Mets stadium only took about 20 or 30 minutes. We got off and wandered around a little bit outside before heading into the stadium. As we walked in, we stopped to take pictures of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda and were so impressed by how nice the Mets workers were, despite us sticking out like sore thumbs in our Phillies shirts.
Then, it was time to check out our seats: 5th row in left field. Not too shabby. We knew there was a good chance for rain, but as the 7:10 "first pitch" time quickly approached, we were confident that maybe the forecasters had gotten it wrong. But, unfortunately, just before 7, the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down.
For the first hour or so, we hung out in the concourse close to our seats. But then we got antsy and decided to wander around the stadium. That's when a Mets worker told us we could kill some time by checking out the Mets Hall of Fame and Museum at the entry of the stadium.
So downstairs we went. We spent about 30 minutes checking out the memorabilia, taking pictures, and listening to friendly jabs from Mets fans. Back outside in the rotunda, we were trying to decide whether we would stick around any longer or leave, when we were approached by a guy holding tickets. He said that he and his buddies weren't going to wait out the rain delay and asked if we would be interested in having his tickets. My gut reaction was to say no. After all, we already had tickets and they were pretty good seats. Why would we need more tickets?
Well, luckily, my husband responded with a "yes" before I had a chance to think about it. I gave him a confused look and then the guy handed over his tickets. They were club level!
We wasted no time getting upstairs to the fancy shmancy club bar and grabbing a couple of beers. At this point, I don't think either of us cared if they game was going to start as long as we got to sit inside in some nice, comfy chairs. But they did announce that the game would start at 9:10. So we went outside to check out our seats. It took us a minute or two to realize exactly where we were sitting. And when we did, I couldn't believe our luck: row 7, almost directly behind home plate.
To say that I enjoyed myself despite the Phillies loss is an understatement. When we took the train back to the city that night, I knew that we would have so much fun on our trip. With a first night like that, how could it not be?