Goodbye WordPress. You shall be missed— Updated URL

I am closing my WordPress account. 

Well, actually, the account is going to stay open. My blog is going to be up here, but I’m not posting in it anymore.

This morning (midnight…it’s 4 AM now) I was working on editing my blog when I remembered the one thing I hated most about WordPress. The templates are ugly. If I want a custom header, I am pretty much stuck with the boring grey backgrounds. 

I needed a change. 

So, I am moving back to Blogger. My old account is gone, but I made a new one in its place. I am still working on formatting the page, adding widgets, and creating my profile, but hopefully it will be up and running soon. 

I will keep a link to this blog on my new one…just for the memories.

Goodbye WordPress…hello Blogger!

-Lissa Kristine

http://www.honeylissabee.blospot.com

The King and the Queen Visit NYC

On Tuesday, my friend Alex and I decided to take a visit to New York City. The last few times, even we didn’t have anything too crazy happen to us. Actually, the only crazy thing was us being treated normally. Well, that certainly changed yesterday.

Hello Burger King!

The day started off with a trip to the Buger King Drive-thru to pick up Breakfast to eat on the train ride to the city. We were a little rushed because we got a late start, but we figured we would still have time to pick up something to eat. So, we ordered our food-french toast sticks, cheesy tots, and hash browns (we both wanted fries, but they don’t serve those for breakfast!) 

Then, we were told to drive to the front of the restaurant to wait for our food. So, we sat in the “no parking zone” and waited…and waited…and waited… Finally, we got our food and left.

Bye-Bye Burger King!

We got to Convent Station and bought our tickets. Then, we went back out to the car to get our stuff and take care of the whole parking permit thing. That’s when it happened. Alex moved the bag with our breakfast onto the floor of the car, and before we knew it the wind blew the entire bag of food out of the car. The boxes spilled open and we were left with no food-aside from a lone syrup dipping cup.

Burger King Tummy Troubles

We wanted Burger King. We really wanted Burger King. So, we figured our only option would be to make a pit stop for breakfast when

 we got to the city. So, we got our food and sat down to eat. I took a bite of my hash brown bites and noticed something was odd. There was an obvious bitter aftertaste-like the taste of earwax. Alex noticed the same thing, but this was the second time paying for the same meal so we were going to eat it. 

Until, we started to feel sick. My head started pounding, and the thought of eating more food made us even more nauseous than we already were. We didn’t care that we still had food left. One more bite, and we would have returned our meal to Burger King. So, we left and went to Walgreens for Jolly Ranchers to suck on to help our stomachs (it worked.)

Chased for the CD

We were walking around the city, when a black guy handed me a CD. I wasn’t planning on listening to it, but I didn’t have time to argue, so I just took it. Then, the guy continued to follow me. “Where are you from? Hey, babe…” I told him I was from Jersey, but when he continued, I started to feel uncomfortable. So, I told Alex to pick up the pace. Then, the guy started running after me and grabbed the CD out of my hand yelling at me to “give [him] back his ****.”

Accidental Emergency Elevator

Alex and I decided to take a trip to the Metropolitan Museum to look around and get lunch. We took a few elevator trips upstairs and downstairs before we decided we would eat in the cafeteria downstairs. During one of the trips in the elevator, we were alone until a man stopped the closing door. I pushed the button again-and apparently my overstuffed purse bumped the emergency call button in the process…oops. 

We got off the elevator before anything happened-of course that was not without being pushed by the man and woman in the elevator (even though we were not getting off at their floor).

Even the Italians think we are Fat!

We sat down with our food to eat in the Metropolitan Cafeteria. A little while later, a group of girls sat down at the table next to us. Alex recognized that they were speaking in Italian. Then, he realized that he two of them were talking about us-using Italian slang and calling us “fat Oompa Loompas.” Later, a couple of guys sat down with them and they continued to insult us. While Alex didn’t know enough Italian to fight back-he knew enough to know most of what we were being called-and even I could tell we were being insulted. They kept looking at us, laughing, pointing-yet they refused to make eye contact. We left half laughing at how they thought we did not know what they were saying, and half mad at how stuck-up and rude they were. 

HOLD UP!

It was getting dark, and Alex and I were walking around the city. We got to a crosswalk and started to cross the street. We were halfway across when the crossing guard stuck her arm out and yelled at us “HOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDDDD UUUUUUUUPPPPPP!” So, we were forced to stand and wait-in the crosswalk because there was a crowd of people behind us. I’m not sure why we couldn’t just finish crossing the street since we were halfway across.

Molten Means Hot…Right?

So, we decided to end our day much like we end most days in Jersey-by visiting Barnes and Noble. That’s when we saw it-the Molten Chocolate Bundt. I went up to order one of the bundts and a broccoli cheddar strata. The cashier in the café asked if I wanted it warm, and I assumed she was talking about the strata. Nope. She was talking about the bundt. She actually had to ask if I wanted the molten chocolate bundt served warm. 

I told Alex about this, and we laughed at how silly it was. Then, a little while later, we overhead the three behind the counter laughing and mocking me. When I told them I could hear them, they continued. Then, Alex decided to get the name of the cashier who took the order. She walked away and completely ignored him. Fortunately, we were able to get her name and leave a complaint with the manager of the bookstore.

Beware of the Gap as you Jump Off the Moving Train

So, we got to Penn Station and onto the train back home to Jersey. Neither of us really wanted to go home, but we were both exausted and my feet were killing me. (I actually had some blisters on them and I was limping around on Wednesday). We were at least going to enjoy the sixty-minute chance to sit and relax. Unfortunately, unlike our previous trip, we were stuck on pretty crappy train on the way back. In November, we had a larger bench seat where we put our feet up and relaxed. This trip, we were cramped together in a very uncomfortable train with absolutely no room. (Much like the trip to the city in November when we were forced to sit with some lady who had all of her bags on the floor). 

So, we tried to relax to the best of our ability while laughing about the day’s events. We noticed it was strange that there was nobody announcing the stops, but we didn’t think too much of it. We finally reached our stop and stood up. I looked back one quick time to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. 

We got to the first door (the one on our car) but it was closed. A man told us to push the button and go to the next car. We, then, pushed the button to get off of the train. It closed immediately. We then rushed across to the next open door where a man was standing there holding the door open for (what appeared to be) his wife and daughter. Both Alex and I were afraid that the train would start moving as we were trying to get off. It’s not like the train was behind schedule; actually, it was early. 

But, I guess it would make a lot of sense for them to rush us off of the train. Especially after announcing at Penn Station to “watch the gap.” 

 

I wonder what those Italians would say about the Fat Oompa Loompas rolling off the moving train with their cold “molten” chocolate cake….