A non-day in New York
Did I tell you about the time I was at the Louvre and I kept feeling like I had forgotten something? It was at the back of my mind; all day I rushed around the museum feeling like I had forgotten something. At the very last five minutes before it closed, I glanced at my folded map and realised: I FORGOT THE MONA LISA. It had been staring at me all day on the front cover, but somehow had failed to register.
Luckily, I managed to rush to the exhibit in time to see it, just as the doors were about to close. Phew. I mean, that's like going to New York and forgetting about MoMA or The Museum of Natural History, right?
Yeah. All day I kept my eyes firmly affixed to the Penn Station mark on my map circled in ballpoint by the airport information counter clerk. It was only on the E train back to the airport that it hit me like a bag of wet cement. And then I forgot I could use the airport lounge with my airline membership, so I ate cold pizza, unsuccessfully hunted for a power outlet and paid for Wi-Fi.
