I’m getting a little nervous about this week. I am super excited to be a Voice of the Year. I cannot wait to meet Wil Freaking Wheaton. I am words beyond description to meet my blog friends for the first time in real life. It is the first time I will be in NYC. Well, other than the one bus trip where we went for the day (15 years ago). We had a Cape Cod Happy Hour on Trump Plaza and my husband’s butt ended up out the bus window on the way back. (Long story). I think all we saw was the road the big toy store is on where there is that floor piano from the movie Big.
Nervous? No, I am scared as hell.
First, I’m leaving the girls for four days with my mom. Now my mom is wonderful, caring and she successfully raised three children of her own. Yet I’m needlessly worried that something is going to happen to the girls while I am more than six hours away. Pointless, yes. Foolish, indeed. Truthful, always.
Second, I’m worried about those blogging friends of mine. What if they don’t like the real-life Kerri but the one they think they know? You just know Mother Nature is going to be feeling humid that day and my hair will resemble some bad perm of the 1980’s.
Third, I’m on a panel pretending to be an “expert”. I’m not an expert! I’m just a person who obviously does not have a high privacy filter and therefore puts her thoughts, worries, ideas, experiences out there for people I know (and don’t know) to judge, relate and hopefully learn from one another.
Fourth, clothes. We are laid back Cape Codders. The last suit my husband bought was in 2005 for a wedding where he was the best man. He owns one pair of khaki’s and maybe one button down shirt. He is a jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt type of guy who wears hiking boots year round. He may own a pair of loafers. Me? I’m more comfortable in my flip flops, tank top and pony tail then in high heels.
Five, culture: We are Jimmy Buffett people, not Phantom of the Opera people. Now, there is a concern that David will want to spend the entire weekend visiting fire stations (a valid fear as any other fire fighter’s wife can attest) and the 9/11 Memorial. I don’t even know where to start with culture. I cannot see us in a Museum, but I want to experience NYC and not look like a hick.
Six, food. Okay people I looked on some websites and I am mostly afraid David will have a stroke with the check arrives. Do you seriously charge $24 for a hamburger? Let me tell you, the best hamburger can be found at Flynn’s Irish Pub in Sagamore. For under $14 and you will never (I mean ever) be able to tolerate another burger anywhere else. I am not saying I want a four course meal, but I want to be able to afford more than a burger and again not look like Pretty Women in a fancy restaurant. Unless Richard Gere is footing the bill.
As you can tell, most of what I know about NYC is what I have gleaned from the Real Housewives. So tell me, my veteran NYC folks what are the must-sees, the must-eats and must-do’s. Will I be allowed into the hotel lobby in my shorts and flip flops?