08 October 2008
One of my favorite memories is when Abby, Amanda, Katie, Kerry, and I were coming home from New York during fall break last year. We left the Abby's dad's apartment with plenty of time to catch a cab to the airport. Catching a cab in New York is actually not as easy as it looks, especially when it starts to rain. Amanda had left earlier that day, so the four of us sat outside of the apartment on the corner for about an hour trying to grab a taxi. The rain kept coming harder and harder. We finally realized we were running out of time, and that if we didn't figure something out fast that we were going to miss our flight. The rain was coming down so hard now that it looked like all four of us had been thrown in a swimming pool. I'm not exaggerating in the least bit. We kept our luggage underneath the awning of the apartment so luckily that was dry, but now looking back, it didn't matter, it got soaked anyways. We grabbed our luggage and sprinted block after block all the way to a subway station. The puddles we had to charge through were not puddles. They were more like lakes. Each time I stepped in one it went up to my shin. We caught a subway to a train station and hopped on a train headed to the airport. It was packed with people. I am still amazed that the four of us were able to fit all of our luggage (with four girls, that is a lot of luggage) onto that train. Three very nice businessmen offered us their seats and made plenty of room for our luggage. We spent two hours, SOAKING wet on the train and then finally made it to the airport. We were so lucky that our flight was delayed because we would have missed it by like an hour an a half. When we got to the airport we changed into the driest clothes we could find in our suitcases and found a place to get some hot chocolate. It is so fun to look back on that time and have a good laugh. In the moment we didn't find it very amusing, but once we got to the airport we could not stop laughing. We ended up running into our anchorman Basim and Spencer Pearson, so it was fun to talk to them while we waited at our gate for another three hours. They could not believe what we had been through. I love looking back on that moment when I was with some of my best friends, running through New York City, laughing and yelling at taxis, and letting the rain drench me and my luggage.
Posted by Sarajane Beck at 4:37 pm