An entirely thrifted outfit. I wanted to offset the general mumu vibe of the dress by giving it an empire fit with the belt and pairing it with the leather jacket.
P.S. Excuse my expression, it is EXTREMELY bright.
Well, New York was amazing but I had a hell of a time getting there.
I was very ill in my departure airport, then the whole way on the plane and then in the second airport. When I went to check in for my flight from Seattle to New York they said I was “too sick to fly” and gave my flight to someone else. (The flight was oversold.) The attendant looked me in the eye sternly and said “there’s a flu going around, you know.” Of course, she was freaked out and thought I had H1N1 (which I guess I could’ve?) I got looked over by an elite medical team. The man who took my pulse was dressed like a firefighter. They wanted to put me on an IV because I was dehydrated. I told them I was fine. They gave me directions to the hospital. I did not have H1N1. I booked another flight.
I curled up, pillowed my face on my faux-fur shrug and tried to sleep on a bench. I felt like I was strung out over death’s doorstep at that point but I figured there was a bed at home and there was a bed in New York and the bed in New York was closer, anyway. I have an incredible immune system. If I can get into a bed and sleep for 12 hours I can defeat any sickness. ANY SICKNESS. I refused to go home and go to bed when I knew I would feel better the next day.
I made it to New York and loitered around the baggage carousel waiting for my luggage to show up. It didn’t. The airline company who had given away my flight and booked the new one booked it with a different airline company so those who had moved my bag and those who were supposed to receive it were on two different pages. They told me they had no idea where my bag was. They asked about my baggage tag but the airline company hadn’t given me a new one. I filed a report and felt hopeless. It was one in the morning, I felt terrible and my stuff was MIA. I cried like an infant.
I found the car I booked to take me to the hotel. (Thank-you for not leaving.) The driver was a young man who had the normal reaction to a young woman crying – panic and fear. I got over it and watched the city from the window. Besides, Lydia was texting me the whole way. She came down to the lobby to meet me once I got to the hotel, hugged me and offered to lend me her clothing. That was basically the human vibe for the whole trip – everyone was ridiculously nice: the Chictopians, the Chictopia staff and the bloggers. I was amazed.
After sleeping I felt fine. (Knew it.) The next day I threw on my plane clothes again and went to the conference. In the early afternoon my mom called and told me they’d located my luggage and it was being sent to the hotel. It got there in time for the party and the photo shoot the next day so that was great!
Anyway, the conference was great. The talks were informative and relevant. I’m thinking of starting a blog now. I will probably continue to work on being published, and when I meet that goal, start a blog. I don’t want any additional things – other than school, job hunting, and boyfriend – to distract me from my dream of being a published writer.
The restaurants were amazing, the conversation was stimulating, the party was super fun, and it was a really really really great time overall. Seriously. So amazing. It was so great to be able to meet some of my fellow bloggers. Although, I didn’t get to run into everyone I would have liked to. The conference had a lot of people in a very small room so I was hoping to run into more people at the party. Oh well, next year?
So, thank-you again to Chictopia for choosing me. It was really a fantastic, one-of-a-kind experience. I’m sorry this tale is kind of unbalanced. Being quarantined and losing my luggage has far more drama than a conference and hence is much easier to write about. As my camera was in my checked bag I didn’t really get in pictures but I am sure my fellow bloggers have some I can post soon.
I hope everyone’s weekend was great! I’m off to hang out with my boyfriend!
P.S. NEW YORK IS AWESOME.