In the name of Allah, compassionate & merciful بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ
Peace be with you السلام عليكم
I wanted to let you all know that I successfully drove in to New York City by myself and managed to get hopelessly lost. Reason? I had a HORRIBLE craving and my husband said he wouldn't go in to the city for my platter of 53rd and 6th also referred to as CRACK MEAT. I really do believe they MUST add something to that plate because it is absolutely addictive. Side note: they are the ONLY street vendors I buy from and they are zabiha halal.
I somehow ended on canal street because some dude blocked me from my exit and instead made a right (5 streets later) hoping to get to west side highway and instead ended up nearly on a couple of tunnels and bridges. Dang, Manhattan has bridges EVERYWHERE. I have no idea the streets that I cruised but I nearly got in to a couple of accidents because those darn cabbies cut me off or nearly hit me a COUPLE of times. *shakes fist* I did some pretty awesome maneuvering to get out of some near hits, tight spots and construction work. I also ALMOST hit the bull on wall street because the road split and I was on the right and that leads to some tunnel (have NO idea which one) so I cut sharply to the left. Because if I had left Manhattan to go to one of the other boroughs I knew it would take me longer to get home and gas prices in NY are expensive.
At one point I saw a sign for the Staten Island ferry so I truly have no idea where I was. Anyway, my husband who didn't think I would ACTUALLY go to NYC so late at night and by myself (I hadn't driven since August 2009 and NEVER in NY) was besides himself at home because I was lost and we don't own a GPS. He wanted to give me directions but lets face it I didn't know the street names so what good would it have done?
I decided that despite being in lower Manhattan with a niqab and alone I was going to find myself a police officer and get him or her to help me out. Those cabbies would have been nice but they were part of the reason I was lost in the first place. And in my quest for a police officer (where the hell are they when you WANT them to be there?) I found my way. Just like that. I found my way. Alhamdulillah. Oh, and when I found my way I also noticed my lights were off. I turned them off for some reason the first time my husband started blasting my phone so I pulled over to answer it. OOPS. So maybe it was a good thing I didn't find a cop after all. Made it to 53rd found parking with no problem and got my platter.
Anyway, made it home safely at 12AM and was stumped by our parking spot *ruined my triumphant homecoming*. Last time I tried to park in it I scratched the car (August) hadn't attempted to park the car since or even drive since. After 15mins of trying and pathetically not getting the job done I looked for off street parking and found one! yay!
NOW on to Repo Men which I also watched today.
The moral is "its better to have a smart enemy than a stupid friend." ouch, but true. If Jake hadn't tried to keep his friend Remy from leaving the job, Jake would still have a life and a family. Yeah, and you thought you couldn't learn anything from tv or the movies. Is it sad that I thought we are probably not too far away from that movie being our reality?
PS. what the hell was I thinking going to NYC alone on a club night? I mean just the thought of that I see bumper to bumper traffic in my head. Gawd what was I thinking? SIDE NOTE: I really do have a built in gps system in my head. I can find my way from anywhere and I did, without help or directions from others. MashaAllah. I was nervous though.