MY TRIP WITH SPENCER TO NYC!  (WARNING:  It’s going to be a long…and boring…entry) 

This post is really just so I remember this event, but feel free to read it =/

I had such a great weekend!  Spencer treated me to a trip to his home in NYC for our 4 month anniversary.  We left Thursday night, and 4.5 hours later, we landed at JFK just as the airsickness-induced bile started rising in my throat.  After a $45 dollar cab ride, we arrived at the home of Spencer’s uncle Maurice and aunt Sharon at around 6 am.  I passed out in the guest room and Spencer went out to get us some breakfast.  Five hours later Spencer shook me awake and we ate a delicious breakfast of bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon.  Right after that, and a little chit-chat with the family, we went out for some “real NY pizza” (oink oink).  After that we were dropped off at the train station (I must note here that uncle Maurice’s road rage is hilarious) and headed out for NYC.

We arrived around noon, and we went immediately to his apartment in Park Avenue.  We took showers, and Spencer went to a doctors appointment while I chilled with his mom Robin.  When he came back we went to his dad’s office.  After, Spencer’s mom and I walked around as she showed me the different types of architecture in NYC. 

When we got back to the apartment, Spencer and I went to his grandparents’ apartment for “the best Chinese food in the world.”  After dinner we talked for a long time with Nanny Pauline and Papa Stanley who are two of the funniest people in the world.  For instance, during dinner, Spencer, Nanny, and I were talking about how potent Spencer’s farts were and then Papa looked up and says, “What kind of talk is this?!”  We also talked to Nanny about voting.  She said, “I have an ulterior motive for not voting…so I won’t be called for jury duty.  For the longest time I’ve been having a friend write to them saying that I’m incontinent, that I’ve been sick, that I’ve gotten hurt–he’s running out of things to say!”  Haha.

The next morning Spencer and I walked around the city.  We got a hotdog at Papaya King (Seinfeld), and looked into some of the shops.  We met his dad for lunch and then Spencer treated me to a manicure and pedicure.  I felt bad for my pedicurist because I had been walking around all day so my feet were all smelly and dirty, AND I fell so my toe was bloody.  Spencer’s manicurist was having a hard time with him as well, as noted by her saying “…so much cuticle….*mutter mutter*”  Heheh. 

After our hands and feet were all pretty we met his dad back at the apartment.  We threw our stuff into the suitcase (big mistake…we accidently left half my clothes there) and the three of us left for the Hamptons in a private helicopter! It was amazing (and a little scary), but the view was fantastic!  We landed 40 mins later and Spencer’s mom and his sister Remy picked us up and we went to their beach house. 

When we arrived at the house, Spencer and I unpacked our stuff in his room in the attic and he gave me the grand tour.  That house was so damn big…11 BATHROOMS!  There aren’t even that many bedrooms! 

Oh, the funniest thing ever happened right before I went to bed.  I went to go brush my teeth in the bathroom right next to the attic stairs.  The door was tight so I forced it closed because I was not really into the idea of being discovered going number 2.  After, I brushed my teeth, I tried to leave, but the door wouldn’t open!  I turned the handle but it unscrewed off the door!  I got so scared that I’d be trapped there the whole night because the family was asleep in their rooms an Spencer was upstairs.  I pushed and pushed and pushed but it wouldn’t open.  I was just about to lie down and cry in my makeshift towel bed when Spencer opened the door and saved me from what might have been the most embarassing morning ever. 

The next morning, Spencer and I packed up to leave.  We all went out for some pizza and pasta for lunch, and then we were dropped off at the train station.  The train ride was like 2.5 hours and I needed to pee the whole time.  We spent the rest of the time eating until we boarded the plane.  We got home at like 930 pm, and I finally got to sleep. 

As an end to this entry, I would just like to say thanks so much to Spencer Kassimir for being such an amazing boyfriend.  I love you!

…we also met Nicholas Cage…He and Spencer chatted about film noir…I shook his hand…TWICE.  Hahaha.