New York City, Baby! (Bethenny Doesn’t Know Who The Hell I Am)

A Grace Full Life

So the topic of last week’s reblog dealt with my social anxiety and making excuses for not attending a Bethenny Frankel meet and greet in Chicago (how I ever got on that invite list is still a mystery), then finding out that my friend Jennifer won an all-expenses-paid trip for two to New York City, which she kindly invited me along. This was such an honor and I was very excited but the driving emotion, at the time, which Ifeltshameful about, was that I was horribly anxious about going. I feel comfortable sharing this now but back then, I would have felt ungracious saying that.  

First published November 18, 2013

I flew to New York City with my friend Jen last week and boy are my arms tired, as my dad would say.
A few months ago, I wrote about how my friend won a trip to see…

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8 thoughts on “New York City, Baby! (Bethenny Doesn’t Know Who The Hell I Am)”

  1. My grandmother always wanted us to fly on two separate planes when we took family vacations so that if one plane went down she’d still have family left but I always told her that if we were going down we were going down together. LOL. I feel you not liking the idea of flying without your family; though I have done that a few times now and I get a bit better with it each time. I am glad your anxiety abated enough (or you conquered it enough!) to go because it does sound like a great experience.

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  2. A great story. I like the photos. I’ve been to NYC but not to meet famous people, so you rock. I’m glad you made the effort and went to meet Bethenny. A very big deal then, and makes for a nice memory now.

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  3. This is so SO much fun. I am envious even though I don’t really know who this chick is, I mean now that you mention her I sort of do. I never saw her show. We probably still didn’t have cable back then.

    Staying in that hotel alone is the bomb. I love the photo that you got and I am glad you thought to wear something cute that didn’t threaten to expose your underwear.

    I ALWAYS have food in my purse – and I would’ve been shoving granola bars in my pie hole to get me through.

    How offended was the audience member who got the breath mint? That would’ve made me self-conscious for life.

    When Lad was playing water polo in New York, I kept trying to figure out a way to do a girls’ weekend out there. I don’t know of anyone who would want to incorporate playing water polo into a girls’ weekend, so that never happened. Even if it did, I wouldn’t have stayed at a place with such an amazing chandelier.

    So glad you decided to go. What a blast!

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    1. I have to say, having a bed to myself in a hotel WAS wonderful. ❤️

      I don’t know why I didn’t have a granola bar! I think we both thought there would be granola bars provided or something!

      But it was so much fun anyway. Wait until next week’s post. 😂


  4. I used to get so nervous flying after I had kids because I wanted to live FOR THEM. Before kids, I didn’t care so much. And who knows when we will ever fly again?
    I love this post. I’m SO happy you pushed yourself through to have this experience with Jen. And also, so you could make those bitches jealous of your pic with Bethenny.
    I don’t really know if they’re bitches, I’m just guessing here by the faces.
    So, you didn’t push ANY buttons or look at ANY monitors? You get a gold star!

    I’m pretty famous for getting my period on a plane, in a car, or while traveling. blood be damned.

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    1. Make those bitches jealous…I do love you.

      I didn’t get to push buttons literally but figuratively yes. 😊

      I was famous for getting mine on every major holiday which was quite a feat, now that I think about it.


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