Lets hear it for New York

Oh what a fun filled trip I am in for this weekend. I am accompanying my mom and nine senior girls from the high school dance team she sponsors to New York City. I just love high schoolers so much I wanted to take a vacation with them, I'm pretty sure this is the largest group I've traveled with.... Well... probably since the last time I travelled with the dance team when I was on it- before I quit. For some reason I didn't get along so well with teenage dancer girls when I was in high school, I still don't know why?

So the trip began officially at 5:00 a.m. this morning as we all made our way to the airport dressed in baggy sweat pants and Ugg boots, I'm really trying to embrace the high school culture this weekend so I made a mental note to buy sweats that can be tucked into my riding boots so I don't look so over dressed. Given the fact that we're all registered under my mom's name we had to check in together, at least this is what we said to the nasty people in line behind us who got quite grumpy as our group grew larger and larger as each girl arrived.

"you know you guys can't just cut the line, you don't need to check in together." -The Snatches

"No, we do, were all under one name."
-our crew

"well then we have to go ahead of you. We have a plane to catch." -Snatches.

You do? Well that's weird, we're here for the breakfast and ambience.

We let them go ahead, I mean it wasn't a huge deal but they continued to bitch and moan the entire time, glaring our direction. I told them happy holidays as we crossed paths, judging by their matching Asics and fanny packs I could only assume they don't travel much and were simply nervous about making sure they were in time to catch their flight to Reno. Who can blame them, expedia doesn't do well with refunds and Super 8 gets super snotty if you check in late.

So we've arrived at our hotel on Park Avenue, via stretch limo I might add, all that was missing was some cocaine and Charlie Sheen and the chic 90's movie would have been complete. I'm staying in a room with my mom and two eighteen year olds, I can't wait to stay up late with them and whisper and giggle about boys and beer. I've got a lot of insight I can't wait to share. Although, truthfully I know these girls probably drink way more than I do now. Maybe I'll look through their suitcases tonight to see if they have any booze I can steal.

So now the girlys are changing into their fancy boots and jeans and I'm sitting in the lobby dreaming about going to Saturday Night live tomorrow. I have a weird good feeling I'm going to meet my idols Kristin Wiig and Bill Hader and convince them they need to hire me to write the Weekend Update. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Well I think I can hear the clitter clatter of the team split leaping and sashaying their way down the stairs. That means its time to put on my chaperon face and say things like, "that rocks!" and "totally awesome!" Time to shop and look for SJP, I'm glad it's cold because if Parker's out and about she'll probably be in a big coat which will make her easier to spot. I've heard in the summer no one ever sees her because she literally is almost invisible when she turns to the side, you have to catch her at just the perfect angle to see that she is in fact there.