Home Again, For the New Year

We knew it would be like this. We were sorely tempted to stay in C'town. But our friends! Gigs! Shopping! Movies!

It was an ordeal by the end.

First there was the inevitable New Jersey Turnpike slow moving mess at some point.

Then it was the one-hour wait mess to enter the Holland Tunnel. We also took the wrong turrn and instead of joining the endless stop and start train for the Tunnel, we went to Jersey City instead.  What?  We hit it at the height of rush hour -- the Holland Tunnel for those who don't live in the region is where essentially 6 lanes turn into ... two lanes.  So we enlessly stopped and started though mid and residential Jersey City to the Holland Tunnel instead.  It was a one-hour delay between the toll plaza and entering the Tunnel, and it took the same amount of time between the toll plaza and entering the Tunnel via our detour.  But the detour caused the stress levels to rise as we had not an idea of where we were at first or how to get back to where we were supposed to be.  Then we saw we were on the route to the Holland Tunnel and relaxed.   But it still was a drag.

Followed by the snow mess that is NYC, with nowhere to park, and a car loaded down with stuff, including much beer, wine, champagne, etc. for tomorrow night's party. We managed to unload all our things into the apartment in relays, then drove the liquor to M's loft on the lower east side, where a good parking spot was found, and walked back over here. It's nice outside, temperature-wise!

Then the mess in the apartment. What has he been doing in here when I'm not around to oversee? And it's cold in here .... And the sink is leaking .... The Time-Warner cable service here as usual really sux. I also forgot my power supply cable for my laptop.  How did I do that?  I was wrapping the cables and I swear I recall putting them into the bag -- but obviously, I did not! Only the laptop itself got inserted because, ah-hem, himself was getting antsy about leaving and I was doing about 18 things at the same time, so I lost track of what I was doing, I guess.  I can use el V's power supply fortunately, as our netbooks are very close siblings. So we can switch off and re-charge our batteries. My HP Pro desktop here still works fine, but all the research and drafts I'm doing with The American Slave Coast is on the laptop -- and, um, a new version of Word on the laptop, so kablooey with footnoting format and so on, as we'd learned way back when I got this in July.

We brought a lot of C'town groceries with us. It sure beat running around in the snow mess tonight to go grocery shopping or find a restaurant.  The city's packed with tourists.  As well, it turns out the soups and porkchops I'd frozen from our last together trip here were perfectly fine.  And we brought some of da Fox's favorite wine with us as well, which she is now drinking in preparation for sleepy time, while el V has a stash of some of his favored cervezas on hand in the refrigerator too.

So all will be well -- and I get to take ye laptop up to the NYPL Humanities (I CANNOT get its new name in mind or right!  a billionaire's name) and do some work there after NY's too.