It started at 7 or 8 am today. My sister came and woke me up. I agreed to go with her to an opening party for a dentist friend of her's. She wanted to get there at 9 something and scope the place out for like 15-30 then get out.
It didn't work out that way. First, we missed a bus that I knew we weren't going to make, so I didn't leave my room, never mind our apartment and then she wasn't talking clearly and it was mini fight that ended up with us waiting for the 107 and getting to test out our NJ transit app by buying tickets to NYC.
BTW, it's $6 for the trip.
So we get on the bus and it's packed. My sister said that she's never seen so many people on the bus going into the city before. She has taken that bus a lot more than I have. So we get in and go down like three flights of stairs to the subway to go downtown.
We get there maybe 15 mins till 10 and my sister is oh-ing and ah-ing over every little thing. She, of course, had far more fun than I did. The kids and babies were there with their parents, and we outlasted them. Not that well on my end, but we did. I waved the flag first so that got my sister moving into getting ready to leave. She was at her end too with just 4 people left in the party.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I asked for OJ and it was spiked. They were making mimosas and it didn't occur that didn't drink. The hostess couldn't quite remember that I couldn't eat milk products either. But she was busy and it was something easily forgotten. I just bring it up because she kept telling me to eat something, and there was cheese everywhere if it wasn't already made out of butter. đŸ˜’
I normally have a pill or two on me in case I needed it, but I couldn't find them until after I put a sandwich back. They were in the pocket of my pants instead of in my bag where I expected to find it. BTW, I tried artichoke today. I liked it.
So, we talked about going to see a movie afterwards. Heck, we talked about going to see a movie before we left NJ. But while we were at the party, near the end, I found a place that was showing the movies we both wanted to watch. I was going to see 'The Shape Of Water' and she was going to watch the last 50 Shades of Grey movie.
So image my surprise when we have left the party and about to leave the building and she tells me that we are going to the Bronx. She is taking me to see tombstones. For my mom's grave and anyone else that ends up buried there with her.
15 mins later I forgot and then was reminded that the 6 train is local so it takes us about an hour to get our stop in the Bronx from lower Manhattan. Now the ordeal beings.
Firstly, my sister didn't have their address so that lead to about three calls. Two of them telling us that their address was 2525 Laffeatte St. Next, standing in the downpour of rain for a Bx40 bus that we were told would get us there, but then having to use my maps app to see what stop and that we had to walk about 10 blocks after we get out of the bus in the downpour of rain in 44 degree weather.
We then think we get there, but the address doesn't match up and the person my sister went inside to talk to was too busy and she left without confirming if they were the place or not. So we walk for another 5 or so mins to then realize that we did pass them and that they didn't know their own address. So back we walk and by this time the rain has dripped off our coats enough that our thighs and knees are now soaked through with rain.
So I'm miffed and make a snarky comment that he didn't hear and then proceded to narrowing down the details. Now, until today I thought we were just getting a gravestone for just my mom. But when we stopped by the first time I was informed that it was a three-person lot. So I thought up the words and something of design as we walked to in the rain away from and back to the place again.
We learned a few things. I learned that everyone gets ripped off by the cemeteries if they want a headstone. I don't know what the price is for other places, but where our mom is buried at, you have to pay $601for a foundation to hold up the headstone. At worst, that bill should be $100 and then they mock you by giving you the bill of $601. 01! Like we know it's an outrageous number, but just so you know it's outrageous, here is an extra dollar to show we don't care.
So after the design and stone picking the grand total is somewhere around $2700. It could have been $300 cheaper if we didn't get a stone that needed to be imported. But we didn't get to pay for it then and there because my sister's bank app wasn't working to let her transfer the money. And she didn't have the deed, and she needed to make sure if she wrote her name the same as what was on the deed. Sometimes she uses her middle initials sometimes she doesn't.
So after all that, we called an uber to take us back to the train station. We got all the way to the Path station and ran to use the bathroom. Then we got something to eat and took it with us to NJ to eat while watching a movie. Surprise, surprise. They were not showing 'The Shape Of Water' but 50 Shades was there of course. The place was actually busy. Every time I went before, it was just about a ghost town. Oh, I was going to watch Maze Runner instead. I'm not watching 50 Shades.
So we stand in a long line and make it to the front to hear the teller tell the person in front of us that they weren't accepting cards. Their internet was down. I just turned around walked to the exit. My sister said something to the teller and when she understood, she then told everyone in line that they were only accepting cash.
So. Back out into the pouring rain.
We called and Uber to take us home. And that is how our day ended. Sitting in the living room, eating food from Manhattan while watching DS9 on Netflix.
Well, almost. I was falling asleep and dropped my new iPhone. Well, it's new to me, but it's my sister's hand me down 6S. And I broke off the power cable pin in the phone. The phone is fine and I pulled it out ok, but now I have to get a new cable. So I ordered a set of three from Amazon just now. I'll get them on Tuesday. I'll just have to use the shorter one until then. It was a brand new 6 foot one that she got last Friday too.
Later
It didn't work out that way. First, we missed a bus that I knew we weren't going to make, so I didn't leave my room, never mind our apartment and then she wasn't talking clearly and it was mini fight that ended up with us waiting for the 107 and getting to test out our NJ transit app by buying tickets to NYC.
BTW, it's $6 for the trip.
So we get on the bus and it's packed. My sister said that she's never seen so many people on the bus going into the city before. She has taken that bus a lot more than I have. So we get in and go down like three flights of stairs to the subway to go downtown.
We get there maybe 15 mins till 10 and my sister is oh-ing and ah-ing over every little thing. She, of course, had far more fun than I did. The kids and babies were there with their parents, and we outlasted them. Not that well on my end, but we did. I waved the flag first so that got my sister moving into getting ready to leave. She was at her end too with just 4 people left in the party.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I asked for OJ and it was spiked. They were making mimosas and it didn't occur that didn't drink. The hostess couldn't quite remember that I couldn't eat milk products either. But she was busy and it was something easily forgotten. I just bring it up because she kept telling me to eat something, and there was cheese everywhere if it wasn't already made out of butter. đŸ˜’
I normally have a pill or two on me in case I needed it, but I couldn't find them until after I put a sandwich back. They were in the pocket of my pants instead of in my bag where I expected to find it. BTW, I tried artichoke today. I liked it.
So, we talked about going to see a movie afterwards. Heck, we talked about going to see a movie before we left NJ. But while we were at the party, near the end, I found a place that was showing the movies we both wanted to watch. I was going to see 'The Shape Of Water' and she was going to watch the last 50 Shades of Grey movie.
So image my surprise when we have left the party and about to leave the building and she tells me that we are going to the Bronx. She is taking me to see tombstones. For my mom's grave and anyone else that ends up buried there with her.
15 mins later I forgot and then was reminded that the 6 train is local so it takes us about an hour to get our stop in the Bronx from lower Manhattan. Now the ordeal beings.
Firstly, my sister didn't have their address so that lead to about three calls. Two of them telling us that their address was 2525 Laffeatte St. Next, standing in the downpour of rain for a Bx40 bus that we were told would get us there, but then having to use my maps app to see what stop and that we had to walk about 10 blocks after we get out of the bus in the downpour of rain in 44 degree weather.
We then think we get there, but the address doesn't match up and the person my sister went inside to talk to was too busy and she left without confirming if they were the place or not. So we walk for another 5 or so mins to then realize that we did pass them and that they didn't know their own address. So back we walk and by this time the rain has dripped off our coats enough that our thighs and knees are now soaked through with rain.
So I'm miffed and make a snarky comment that he didn't hear and then proceded to narrowing down the details. Now, until today I thought we were just getting a gravestone for just my mom. But when we stopped by the first time I was informed that it was a three-person lot. So I thought up the words and something of design as we walked to in the rain away from and back to the place again.
We learned a few things. I learned that everyone gets ripped off by the cemeteries if they want a headstone. I don't know what the price is for other places, but where our mom is buried at, you have to pay $601for a foundation to hold up the headstone. At worst, that bill should be $100 and then they mock you by giving you the bill of $601. 01! Like we know it's an outrageous number, but just so you know it's outrageous, here is an extra dollar to show we don't care.
So after the design and stone picking the grand total is somewhere around $2700. It could have been $300 cheaper if we didn't get a stone that needed to be imported. But we didn't get to pay for it then and there because my sister's bank app wasn't working to let her transfer the money. And she didn't have the deed, and she needed to make sure if she wrote her name the same as what was on the deed. Sometimes she uses her middle initials sometimes she doesn't.
So after all that, we called an uber to take us back to the train station. We got all the way to the Path station and ran to use the bathroom. Then we got something to eat and took it with us to NJ to eat while watching a movie. Surprise, surprise. They were not showing 'The Shape Of Water' but 50 Shades was there of course. The place was actually busy. Every time I went before, it was just about a ghost town. Oh, I was going to watch Maze Runner instead. I'm not watching 50 Shades.
So we stand in a long line and make it to the front to hear the teller tell the person in front of us that they weren't accepting cards. Their internet was down. I just turned around walked to the exit. My sister said something to the teller and when she understood, she then told everyone in line that they were only accepting cash.
So. Back out into the pouring rain.
We called and Uber to take us home. And that is how our day ended. Sitting in the living room, eating food from Manhattan while watching DS9 on Netflix.
Well, almost. I was falling asleep and dropped my new iPhone. Well, it's new to me, but it's my sister's hand me down 6S. And I broke off the power cable pin in the phone. The phone is fine and I pulled it out ok, but now I have to get a new cable. So I ordered a set of three from Amazon just now. I'll get them on Tuesday. I'll just have to use the shorter one until then. It was a brand new 6 foot one that she got last Friday too.
Later
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