I had a trip planned to go with my girlfriend Anna to NYC and stay for 2 weeks on September 10th.
We were both very anxious to go there, because all our lives we heard people praising that wonderful, Eclectic City, and we never got to go, although we live so close by. See, my friend and I are both Jersey girls, and being so, you'd think we'd get to travel to NYC from time to time. It IS just a tunnel away. But, my parents, and hers even worse were very scared of the idea of a couple of girls running around those streets you keep hearing bad news about. So, we were still New York virgins till my 18th birthday (Anna was six months but something told me she wouldn't get to go either).
Finally, after days and weeks of begging and promising to have a complete day-plan submitted for approval, my parents gave in, and agreed to let us go for a 2 week trip! I was out of myself, until I realized Anna's parents are going to have to agree too, and after all I put my parents through just for their approval, I couldn't possibly ask them for help in convincing Anna's folks. Amazingly, as soon as the franks heard my parents agreed, they softened and let their daughter travel with me if only we'll give them a schedule beforehand.
By early September we both could hardly wait, and were done planning. We worked our asses off this summer for that trip, and since we both managed to do pretty well in our finals of high school, we were pretty certain nothing could stop our good times ahead.
Our original plan was to go on the 10th, rest the night in the hotel we booked, and start the day off early by going to the more "touristic" places. We thought a good place to start was probably the world trade center (Anna was going to business school next year, btw) and then, a stroll around the area, some shopping and a good place to have lunch. We headed off as planned, on time, and the minute we stood on NYC ground, we felt the energy of the place. True, it wasn't the shiniest of nicest neighborhoods this HUGE city had to offer, but we were just happy to be on our joined vacation already. Pretty reasonable, I think, given all the effort we put to it.
We slept very well (I always sleep well when I'm exhausted from excitement) and were ready to leave the hotel room by 20 to 7 am, when suddenly, I noticed Anna was just sitting on her bed, all dressed and ready, but not moving. "What's the matter, Anna?"
"I don't feel like going," she said in a very weird tone. Not complaining one, but more like a firm decision. "Why? That's where our fun day's going to begin, we talked about it for weeks, remember?"
"Do what you like. I'm not going" her tone was as self-assured as I have ever heard her speak. "Well, I can't go now! What, am I going to do our fun day alone?" I asked, and I admit it was in a tone a little more angry than I ever use. "I'm really sorry Jen, but I just don't feel good, okay? I'm kinda sick to my stomach, and I just feel bad about leaving our room now. You KNOW I'd never stop you from having a good time unless it's really something big. Well, this is big."
I had no idea how to answer that. Infact, I hardly recognized my best friend sitting just 3 feet away from me. I love her spirit, and I love being with her, but this was really unlike her, and a real bummer. "Well" I said, trying to appear as supportive as possible, "If you don't feel comfortable, I guess we'll just have to go there another time"
We just sat in silence for a few minutes. I felt like I should ask her more about this, but she seemed so distant right then.
"I'm really sorry about this" she finally blurred out, in the most 'I feel bad about this, but I don't regret it' kinda way. "It's okay I guess. You wanna just stay here, or go somewhere else?"