My lucky day in New York
March 10th 2010 02:08
When they said my room wasn't quite ready at 5pm, I almost lost it. I'd flown for 6 hours back from London, caught the Long Island Railroad into NYC and then dragged my 25kg bag two blocks from Penn Station. Hours on the road. Sore feet. Tired eyes. Cranky mind.
How could my room not be ready at 5pm? But for some reason I bit my tongue. I meekly sat in the huge, crowded lobby of the Affinia Manhattan, waiting for... something to happen.
Ten minutes later and one of the porters, Zolio, was escorting me to my room on the 28th floor. That's right to the top, ma'am.
He opened the door.. to paradise. Separate bedroom with King size bed and pillow menu. Walk in closet. Marble bathroom. Full kitchen. Living room with three sofas and a desk.
On the desk was my 'gift' as part of the 30 Rock package. Inside were tickets for: an NBC studio tour, ice skating at the Rockerfeller Centre and a NY Fire Department demonstration. Then there was the gift-boxed Ralph Lauren scarf. (Price tag still on: $50.)
Could it get better? Once Zolio left, I opened the door to the balcony. Well, more like a terrace, with a magnificent view over New York City. Yes, indeed.
My only regret was not having enough time to do everything. I made it to the ice skating rink and did a few turns with a US Olympian. Not too bad for an Aussie. At least I didn't fall over.
But I had to go back to the hotel. It seemed wrong not to retire to my own private New York penthouse. So, retire I did.
(Stay tuned for photos)
How could my room not be ready at 5pm? But for some reason I bit my tongue. I meekly sat in the huge, crowded lobby of the Affinia Manhattan, waiting for... something to happen.
Ten minutes later and one of the porters, Zolio, was escorting me to my room on the 28th floor. That's right to the top, ma'am.
He opened the door.. to paradise. Separate bedroom with King size bed and pillow menu. Walk in closet. Marble bathroom. Full kitchen. Living room with three sofas and a desk.
On the desk was my 'gift' as part of the 30 Rock package. Inside were tickets for: an NBC studio tour, ice skating at the Rockerfeller Centre and a NY Fire Department demonstration. Then there was the gift-boxed Ralph Lauren scarf. (Price tag still on: $50.)
Could it get better? Once Zolio left, I opened the door to the balcony. Well, more like a terrace, with a magnificent view over New York City. Yes, indeed.
My only regret was not having enough time to do everything. I made it to the ice skating rink and did a few turns with a US Olympian. Not too bad for an Aussie. At least I didn't fall over.
But I had to go back to the hotel. It seemed wrong not to retire to my own private New York penthouse. So, retire I did.
(Stay tuned for photos)
Penthouse view
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