Escape from New York
I’ve been living in NYC for about four years now and last night had to have been one of the most epic commutes home, ever.
Rewind to around 7pm Saturday evening. Goal: Have a dinner under $10 with a drink or two as a fun and relaxing ladies night out.
My friend Kate and I leave the event I’m helping run in Chelsea and decide to walk from West 18th/6th to the World Trade Center Path stop. I handed her a swag bag of goodies from the event and off we went on our walk.
Attempt #1: We hopped on the path at 8pm and sat there, doors open until 8:40 when the conductor finally announced that the train was indefinitely delayed and commuters are better off taking the subway to another Path station.
Attempt #2: Being the rough-and-tough city gals we are, we decided to walk again… from the WTC Path to the Christopher St. Path. We arrived just as the NYPD was closing the gates. The entire Path system was shut down. At least we have this bag of chocolate.
Attempt #3: Ferry! We can take the Ferry! Nope… it closed at 8pm. At least we have this bag of chocolate.
Attempt #4: Again, we walked from Christopher St. to the Port Authority on 42nd St. We arrived to mayhem. It was complete unorganized chaos at it’s finest. We found a line of 300+ people waiting for the bus to Hoboken at gate 204 and began our wait. Within 20 minutes they announced that the gate was changed to 325 - upstairs and on the other side of the station. People ran. We walked. Upon arriving and re-queuing at 325, they announced that the gate was actually back at 204. Then all hell broke lose. It was as if they were running from the black plague. As if they were to break out with the boils if they didn’t get on this one bus. People pushed and shoved kids and the elderly out of the way… Shoved people down the escalators… Were screaming “RUN! RUUUNNN!!” Kate and I stood there baffled by this running of the New Jersey Idiots who thought all 300 of them could fit on one bus. We walked to the new line and realized we wouldn’t be getting on a bus until around 2 or 3am. At least we have this bag of chocolate.
Attempt #5: At this point it was a mission to just get across the river and then indulge in a swank dinner complete with a plethora of drinks, rather than keeping it cheap and simple. We rode the subway to Canal St. in hopes of grabbing a cab at the entrance of the Holland Tunnel to take us across. Fifteen minutes of hailing cabs turned into the harsh reality that there was an hour-long wait to get through the tunnel. The cab would cost us $50-70. Should we swim? Don’t they have helicopters? At least we have this bag of chocolate.
Attempt #6: What do you do when you’re out of options? You call your parents. Kate’s parents offered to drive us from Point Pleasant if we took a train down there. The offer was incredibly sweet but taking a train 90 minutes south to be driven the 90 minutes back up to Hoboken at 11pm seemed steep. At least we have this bag of chocolate. I called Billy and we headed from Canal St. to Penn Station. A simple dinner under $10 turned into an all-out dinner turned into two girls eating Taco Bell over a trash can in Penn Station at 11:30pm. We hopped a 12:05am train towards Billy who picked us up and drove us the 20minutes back into Hoboken.
Our first attempt to leave the city was at 8pm. I climbed into my bed at 2am. Within that time we attempted and utilized almost every form of every major public transportation in NYC: Path, bus, subway, ferry, cab, walking, train…
Did we get angry at all? No way… and that was the best part. We stayed in such good spirits and were laughing a lot throughout this entire mission Escape From New York. They cross-honored our SmartLink cards on the NJ Transit so our trip to Billy was free. And my weekend away from the boy ended up turning into getting to see him anyway - Kate and I decided that the universe didn’t want us away for a weekend haha.
Such an insane night. And Kate went home with that bag of chocolate. Thanks, New York.