Em and Jon’s Wedding

We got to JFK airport at 10:30, but time seems irrelevant as are body clocks are still all over the place. So we’ve given up worrying about it. We got a cab to midtown Manhattan, ignoring the unlicensed cabs for fear we end up wearing concrete boots in the bottom of the Hudson (yes I’ve got an over-active imagination).

The noise once we hit town was incredible and it was busy, busy, busy. Cars whizzing around (Jon amused by the road signs informing drivers ‘No honking. Penalty $230′ - needless to say everyone ignored it). Shops selling whatever you need/want were still open at 11pm, like a stetson hat or a wig!

The hotel we had booked was a disappointment. The first room they gave us had a sofa bed for which they were going to charge us a lot of money to sleep on. We complained and ended up paying another $30.00 per night for the privilege of sleeping on a proper bed although the receptionist called it an ‘upgrade’. By then we were too tired to argue, but somehow we felt we had been shafted and so cancelled our reservation for Monday night. The room (v small) featured Phillippe Starck furniture and it’s bloody uncomfortable to sit on. I’m amazed that people buy into that ‘life-style’ as for sure it will be promoted as something everyone must have. The safe didn’t work and it took ages for them to send a maintenance bloke to fix it. They also wanted to charge $15.99 for every 24 hours connected to the internet. Every two-bit motel we have stayed in offered it for free. So we signed up to T-mobil so that we could use the internet every time we visited Starbucks. In New York this could be every 20 yards if you so wanted and they sell damn fine blueberry cake.

Oh and the name of the shite hotel - The Paramount on W 46th St.