Those were the reasons and that was New York: a day with Andreas (part one)

So it was a little over a month ago that I posted the MOST EXCITING NEWS EVER. I’ve been getting more and more excited over this time and counting down days and being a little more impatient EACH DAY THAT PASSED.

Saturday was the day. Saturday was ANDREAS DAY.

I set my alarm for 4am but SURPRISE, could not fall asleep the night before, for two reasons: a., SUPER-DUPER EXCITEMENT, and b., I was trying to go to sleep at 8pm, but that stretched to 9pm, but it was STILL 9pm, and who the hell can fall asleep at 9pm? I’m not my own gramma for the love of Pete.

But I finally fell asleep. However, my insanely excited brain decided that sleeping until 4am was TOO MUCH SLEEPING. So I woke up ready to go at 3:30am. I’d say I woke up raring to go at 3:30am, but nothing about me was RARING, exactly. Who rares at 3:30am? Probably only drug addicts and crazies, I’d imagine. Or maybe steak? Undercooked steak? Get it? Rare? I GOT A MILLION OF ‘EM LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! But I was awake, and I wasn’t falling back to sleep, that was for sure.

If you remember, this was the face of someone who got up at 3:30am to take a train into the City to meet Andreas.

That’s the face of someone who needs some more sleep, yo, but is also super-excited and also hyper.

So I went to the train station. It is not far away and it is very nice there. There were not many people going to the City at 7:05am on a Saturday from Albany. I got TWO WHOLE SEATS to myself. TWO WHOLE SEATS! That’s the best, then you don’t have to deal with a seatmate who is weird and/or wants to chat about nonsense.

Here’s the view from my train-window. It is not pretty or bright at 7am in Albany. Also, it kind of looks like I was leaving from a prison yard. I promise I was not. That is one honkin’ big puddle out there.

The train ride is about 2.5 hours long. I had my Kindle and my phone. The train wifi didn’t work (it DID, but it kept kicking me off) but I am LOVING having Verizon. It gives me connection everywhere. (Well, it’s not like I’ve been everywhere, but so far, so good. Virgin Mobile sometimes kicked me off in my very own house. Multiple times a night.) Andreas and I texted and texted and sj and I texted and emailed and the time flew by.

Right before I got there, I had to use the facilities. I didn’t want to go in the train station because that’s how you get diseases. FINE, maybe not diseases, but gross. Also, I didn’t know if Andreas would be cool with me just swooping in and letting me use his bathroom. I don’t know if you ask someone you’re just meeting for the first time if you can use their bathroom. Isn’t that maybe a little oversteppy? I don’t know.

So I was all stiff-upper-lippy and went to the train bathroom. Have you ever used a train bathroom? It’s a step above a bus bathroom and a step below a plane bathroom. Also, either from a combination of not-caring or hovering or the train lurching all over, people pee EVERYWHERE. It’s FILTHY. It’s AWASH IN FLUIDS. But, I am both valiant and brave (plus I was nervous and excited and really had to go) so I managed to NOT get anyone’s fluids on me, even my own. I WIN TRAIN BATHROOMING.

This is the best train-bathroom shot I could find. It doesn't accurately represent the fluids that are everywhere. No no not at all.

This is the best train-bathroom shot I could find. It doesn’t accurately represent the fluids that are everywhere. No no not at all.

Then we got to Penn Station. “Andreas, I am here!” I texted him. “I am going to wait for you in the hotel lobby now!” he replied. “You can probably wait, I tend to get lost, even though it’s only a few blocks to you,” I said, but Andreas was undaunted.

Now let me tell you a story.

I WAS PETRIFIED.

I know, I know. But Amy! You have been friends with Andreas forever and this was SO EXCITING and NEW YORK CITY and ADVENTURES and Z! O! M! G!!!!

Yep. All of that. Totally.

But also? I am terrible with humans. And socially awkward. And what if it was awkward? What if we had nothing to say to one another in real life? What if my brain shut down and I couldn’t think of anything to say? What if he HATED me? What if he thought I was crazy/weird/annoying? How the hell would we fill twelve hours if it was awkward? And them my stupid brain started flailing around all “THIS IS GOING TO BE TERRIBLE WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DOOOOO THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T LEAVE YOUR HOUUUUUUSE!!!”

When these things happen I do one of two things: freak the hell out and opt out of the activity or tell my brain to shut it and soldier on. Obviously in this case, I couldn’t opt out of the activity. What was I going to do, scuttle back to the bowels of Penn Station and huddle like a homeless person on the floor for twelve hours rocking and keening and waiting for the evening train back to my homeland? I think not.

I had to be a good little soldier. I was already here! It would be RIDICULOUS to let my broken brain freak me out when I was about 4 blocks away from meeting someone I talk to about ten times a day, and that’s on a slow day.

You do not get to win today, broken brain.

My first problem was that I do not have a compass in my brain. Some people can stand in a city and know that they have to head north, or whatever, so they have to head straight or left or whatever. I do not. So I knew I had to go one block up and one over, but was it one block in FRONT of me up or BEHIND me up? And once there, was it LEFT over or RIGHT over? I know I could look at my phone, and did, but mostly trying to figure out directions from my phone is like most people listening to Charlie Brown’s teacher: mwah-mwah-mwah-MWAH-mwah-mwah. Incomprehensible.

So I just started walking, hoping that the direction I was going was the right one. If the street signs when I got to the next block said 6th Avenue, I would win New York City; if not, I had to turn around and walk two blocks in the opposite direction. Not a big deal.

I TOTALLY WON NEW YORK CITY! When I got to the end of the block, the signs said 6th! WIN!

WINNER! I expect my plaque to come in the mail any day now!

WINNER! I expect my plaque to come in the mail any day now!

Then I stood on the corner for a while gawping around wondering where, exactly, Andreas’ hotel was. He said it was very tall and I could see it right from the corner. However, I could NOT. So I gawped and also gawked and then realized it was RIGHT THERE and if it had been a fire it would have burned me. I just had to cross one teeny-tiny street and then there was the hotel.

PETRIFIED PETRIFIED PETRIFIEDDDDDD

I told my brain to shush and walked on over to the hotel. The hotel had those revolving doors that I hate and then one normal door, so I totally opted for the normal door. (I feel like I’m going to be trapped in revolving doors and turnstiles, and also that maybe they will clip my heels, therefore I avoid them like the plague. I am not especially sure-footed.)

This was Andreas’ lobby. Whenever I enter a place that looks like this, I feel like I’m about to break or spill something and someone’s going to say “WE DON’T ALLOW YOUR KIND HERE!” and they’ll firmly escort me out.

That did not happen, and also a doorman opened the door for me so I felt like Eloise at the Plaza. And can I just say that this hotel was in Chelsea so it was TOTALLY a Chelsea hotel (if not THE Chelsea Hotel) and then I had Leonard Cohen in my head and there’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. That’s one of the most appropriate people to have there when you’re in New York City.

And then I stood in the lobby with my big old bag of Andreas-and-family-presents…

SO MANY PRESENTS!

SO MANY PRESENTS!

…and my petrified heart saying please please please don’t let this be scary…

…and there was Andreas. And I probably looked like a crazy person. And I didn’t even care. I was so happy to see him. My scared stupid petrified heart and my dumb broken brain be damned; I kind of leapt across the lobby like Dumbcat running after a bug only even LESS graceful and gave him a big old hug. Because there was Andreas, and there was Amy, and it was time for an adventure with my friend who had come all the way from Finland and wanted nothing more than to spend the day with me. Someone came all the way from Finland and wanted to meet ME.

I know. I KNOW. Stop it, I’m kind of weepy myself.

We’re already at like 1,500 words and I haven’t even scratched the surface. Andreas thinks none of you will care about this story. I think a., he’s wrong, and b., I don’t care, because I’m stretchin’ this shit out for a WHILE, yo.

So this might be one more day, or might be two, or hell, three, I don’t know. We have things to talk about like where we went and what we did and what we ate and walking and talking and laughing and scary things and funny things and SO MANY THINGS.

Stay tuned, jellybeans. Lots of travelly goodness coming up this week, promise.

And just in case you think you’re ALL being catfished, like my dad thinks all you internet people are doing to ME for some strange reason, here is PROOF that Amy and Andreas were in the SAME place at the SAME time. I know. Fancy! (I promise this is not a GOOD picture of us. But this one makes me laugh because I have this terrible camera app that takes a billion photos in the blink of an eye and it was taking photos we didn’t even know were being taken and we were talking and so we have weird faces. YOU ARE WELCOME!)

TAH DAH!!!!!!

TAH DAH!!!!!!

As I write this, Andreas is just about to board a plane home. Fly safely, plane. Get Andreas home safely. Thanks so much. I worry about the people I love, you know.

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47 responses to “Those were the reasons and that was New York: a day with Andreas (part one)

  • greengeekgirl

    YOU GUYS! I am so thrilled for you both. I’m excited and it’s already OVER and I wasn’t even there, but now I get to read about it! And I got to see a little bit of your fancy new clothes! Yay!

    Also, why did nobody tell me that Andreas is such a handsome fellow??!

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    • lucysfootball

      He TOTALLY is a handsome fellow but he wouldn’t admit it. He would grumble “pooh pooh!” at your compliments, would Andreas!

      See? I TOLD HIM PEOPLE WOULD BE EXCITED!!! And this is the least-interesting part! Wait til we GO places! And DO things! :)

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  • Rosie

    I couldn’t get here fast enough to find out what happened! Yay! I’m so glad it wasn’t scary. Can’t wait to read more. :D

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  • sj

    I love everything about this post. Everything.

    I totally have teary eyes.

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    • lucysfootball

      Aw, I had teary eyes at points both yesterday AND today, too. Also right now, because I’m thinking in an hour, Andreas will be gone.

      ALSO, you will be pleased to note, that last photo was taken AT A STARBUCKS. Yes, I have officially tried Starbucks coffee for the first time in my life. My analysis: I like Dunkin’ Donuts better. I’m such a Capital District girl now, it’s insane.

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      • sj

        I am displeased by this information. I do not like Starbucks, YOU’RE THINKING OF MY NEW BESTFRIEND, OBVIOUSLY!

        Hee.

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        • lucysfootball

          I thought you DID like it! I must have misunderstood that whole thread!

          So you should be PLEASED by this information, only because now I’ve tried it – and meh, I don’t need to ever go back. DD for me. It’s better.

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          • sj

            No, I meant I wasn’t pleased to learn you went there. Remember my whole “Dear coffee, you taste like feet and concrete” post? That was about Starbucks.

            I am very happy you were not impressed.

            (I have totally saved decaf k-cups for when you come see me)

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            • lucysfootball

              Andreas was shocked I’d never tried it and said I had to at least try it ONCE so I could know if I liked it since it was everywhere. He had a point.

              I thought it tasted oddly burned. DD coffee is very mellow to me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten one there I haven’t loved. I just really enjoy their coffee. (Their drivethrough leaves a lot to be desired, though – they seem to have selective hearing and think “4 Splenda” equals “pour in the contents of your whole sugar shaker” some days and WHOA does that do a number on me!)

              DECAF K-CUPS!!!! Yay!

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              • sj

                Yes, it totally tastes burned. Especially their darker roasts. Some of the light roasts aren’t terrible, but for the most part they are no bueno.

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                • lucysfootball

                  I have to say, in their defense – I did have an iced decaf coffee, and they weren’t even sure at first they had any left, so it might have been the bottom of the container or whatever, so it might not have been their best work.

                  (I pretty much only drink iced coffee, which perplexed a CERTAIN Finn, because it was so cold out, but listen! It was a good thing I got it; for some reason, the train was like 100 degrees and I was happy to have a cold beverage on the way home. SO HOT IN THERE WHOO!)

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  • Charleen

    I am SUPER excited for the multi-part Andreas story. I never have adventures of my own, so I have to live vicariously.

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    • lucysfootball

      Yay, good! I am sincerely so happy people are excited about this! It’s got at LEAST one more day, if not TWO more days, because there are a lot of photos involved. Maybe like at least 20 more? I was VERY liberal with my camera-usage!

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  • becomingcliche

    So happy for you both! And for me. Because MORE THAN ONE POST! I am thinking at least three or four. The meetup is done. Now one for the places you went and another for the places you ate, and another for your goodbye. And I have to know what the presents were because I am nosy like that.

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    • lucysfootball

      I just finished tomorrow’s, and still haven’t gotten to the major photo-heavy part of the day. This is going to be QUITE a series!

      But the day after – that’s the one that’s got you written all over it. There were two photos taken SPECIFICALLY for you, as a matter of fact!

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  • Kris

    So excited to read this post! I think you simply MUST stretch it at least 2 more days – it sounds like there too was MUCH Andreas/NYC goodness to just put into a measly 2 posts!

    And, yeah, Starbucks is my Coffee of Last Resort. Glad you discovered the truth for yourself. Now you know what you’re NOT missing! ;-)

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    • lucysfootball

      So far it’s at least two more days, but it’s looking like it might be even three more days. SO MUCH HAPPENED! So a post for every three hours I was in the city, then? Heh.

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    • Andreas Heinakroon

      I really don’t know what’s up with all you people’s snobby disregard for Starbucks? They do perfectly serviceable coffee. Well, cappuccino anyway. Which is the only thing I drink. By the gallon. (What is a gallon exactly? It doesn’t sound quite like a real thing to me…)

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      • lucysfootball

        Having seen you drink all the cappuccino, I feel qualified to say whatever a gallon is, that’s how much of it you drank.

        I’m not saying Starbucks was TERRIBLE, just that Dunkin’ Donuts is better. We’ll get some next time you’re here. You’ll see.

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      • greengeekgirl

        I used to get cappuccino at Starbucks, until they changed over to the damnable push-button machines. I don’t like the flavor of the espresso shots from the automatic machines nearly as much.

        (Approximately) four liters of cappuccino is a lot. I don’t think I would be able to sleep for a fortnight if I drank that much cappuccino.

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        • lucysfootball

          Andreas is made of magic and can drink a cappuccino right before bed and STILL SLEEP. I know. It’s impressive. If I even SNIFF coffee within about three hours of sleep, forget it.

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          • greengeekgirl

            I no longer have that kind of caffeine tolerance. Once upon a time, I could drink loads and loads of caffeine; I had a daily habit of two venti iced coffees with four shots of espresso each, which is kind of like drinking sixteen cups of coffee a day. (Incidentally, I worked the crack-of-dawn shift at Starbucks during this time. Hmm.)

            For some reason (cough), after I left Starbucks, I kind of had lost my taste for coffee and stopped drinking it. So now I get totally strung out when I have more than a moderate-sized cup.

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            • lucysfootball

              Before my doctor told me to stop the caffeine, I was drinking one of those huge gas-station refillable mugs every morning, then probably a six-pack of Diet Mountain Dew a day, plus random cups of coffee here and there. I was a wee bit addicted. Now if they accidentally give me regular instead of decaf I feel like I could pull a car off a young child.

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              • greengeekgirl

                The one thing I really miss is being able to enjoy a French press without bouncing off the walls afterward. I almost never make them anymore because I can’t drink the whole thing like I used to, and I don’t want to waste half a pot of coffee. I have to wait until hubs is home and in the mood for one.

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      • David Jón Fuller

        A gallon is like, four litres, almost. That said, I’m at sea when I need to buy gas in the U.S.

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  • jbrown3079

    I have been looking forward to this. I just knew it would go well. I mean, I KNEW it would go well. So now, we get to sit back and read all about it.
    Andreas is right about most things, but he missed by a country mile when he said no one would care.

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    • lucysfootball

      Aw, yay, thank you! See, I need to listen to you guys more often, everyone was sure it would go well but me and my overly-nervous brain!

      (I was pretty sure people would care, too! But also, even if people DIDN’T care, I was going to post about it, if for no other reason than I could look back on it and smile at all the fun we had!)

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    I’m going to comment properly later, only got a few more minutes of free wifi at Frankfurt. Love the post!

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    • lucysfootball

      Yay, I’m so glad! There will be more! There’s gift-giving to cover, and eating, and walking, and the MOST EXCITING PLACE WE VISITED, and the scary creatures we saw on that one street that I was afraid would talk to me, and SO MANY THINGS!!! Yay!

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  • Heather

    This is only Part One, and my heart has already grown ten sizes. I can’t wait to read more about Andreas Day! Squee!

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    I am now safely… well, not home, exactly, but in Helsinki. Have to stay over for an extra day for a work thing on Tuesday. Then I’m going home and get to see my family again.

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    • lucysfootball

      I will be so glad when you’re home with your family. Then your long trip will be over and you can settle in and relax a little! And I’m so glad you’re safely back in the land of the Finns. I always breathe easier when I know my people have safely landed from their travels.

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  • mfennvt

    Yay! I was so excited to see this post pop up in my email. Can’t wait to read more. And yes, DD is better than Starbucks. :)

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  • sunraeny

    Do you know I found a gigantic train bathroom when I took Amtrak back last September to NYC. I mean we could have had a party in there!!! Pretty sure it was a wheelchair accessible bathroom & it was pretty awesome
    Ps love your Amy & Andreas take NYC updates too :)

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    • lucysfootball

      How come *I* wasn’t in the car with the gigantic bathroom? Mine was so small I couldn’t turn around! And there was pee. SO MUCH PEE! Urgh.

      Yay, I’m so glad you like them! At least two more are coming! :)

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  • David Jón Fuller

    And by the way I did love this post as well! I feel honoured I saw some of the live-tweeting of it.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    I don’t remember you looking crazy or ungraceful. Just happy and excited.

    These are my most favourite posts, and I’ll come back and re-read them many many times. And perhaps keep on adding new comments now and again. That way, this day will stay alive. I so want it to stay alive.

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    • lucysfootball

      Aw, Andreas. I’m glad I wasn’t too crazy. And that I didn’t spill anything or fall. I was being VERY CAREFUL!

      And I was happy. I was so happy for the whole day. And trust me, that doesn’t happen very often.

      I want it to stay alive, too. Sixteen more months and I will be coming to Finland! It is going to happen!

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