I’m going to New York with my most snazzy Gay BFF.
When planning the trip I realized that this trip would be a little bit different. There would be the obligatory gay night: dancing with gorgeous men I cannot touch, and fanciful things like mimosas at 8 am.
I did not fully appreciate how over the top everything was going to be.
First there was the hotel. We could have stayed at a normal Sheraton, but this was out of the question, because for a few deneiros more we were able to stay at the Sheraton Towers.
We could have flown American Airlines, but it was out of the question, because a few deneiros more we could fly Porter, which has lovely leather seats.
We could do normal touristy things like visiting the statue of liberty, but that was out of the question, instead our days are filled with shows like Wicked and the Phantom of the Opera, trips to the Guggenheim and so on.
We could have taken the airport shuttle bus to the hotel like other normal folks, only I was asked to close my eyes and picture the rest of the plebeians getting on the bus, whilst the two of us dressed up in our finest are greeted at the airport by a smart looking man carrying a sign with our names on it.
This is going to be interesting.