Thank God for a change of scenery. After Albany almost killed me, Columbus basically rocked. Going on-air usually only lasts about three to five minutes, so a hit is really based on how awful the travel is and how awesome the people are that you meet. I will talk to anyone and anything so sitting at bars by myself is actually quite entertaining. This is not my personality in NYC, because well, I live there. When you are traveling, what do you have to lose? I managed to become friendly with the bar tender David at my hotel. The fact that he was cute certainly did not hurt. I was not interested in drinking anymore because I do try to be professional, but human contact is of vital importance to me and if it is with a cute guy all the better. We were then joined by several other gentleman who allowed me to be my ridiculous self and do a bit of ball busting. What is life without ball busting anyway?
Catch my Milwaukee appearance tomorrow on NBC between 9 and 10….
Now, Albany may be a lovely little city, but this trip turned out to be a very large pain in my tushy. Quick re-cap just to make sure you can all share in my pain…..
I go through rush hour traffic just to get to the airport late and find out that my flight has been canceled. There is an ice storm in Albany, oohh, fun. I then get back in a cab, through more rush hour traffic, to Penn Station. I down a beer, because after 2.5 hours of travel and still being in Manhattan, I deserve it. An hour later I get on a train. Yea, a 3 hour train ride to icy Albany. We sit on the track for an hour somewhere around the 2 hours mark. Good times. I finally get there an hour later than expected. Final time, 7 hours from door to door for a trip that should take under three hours. Seriously?
Now, don’t think that is the end. I know you didn’t. I have a delivery (wine) coming to the hotel because I am talking about it on-air. Does it show up? You can guess… no. Next up, a cabbie pulls up two minutes before I am suppose to be at the station puffin on a cigarette with windows closed. Hi, can I be late and get cancer? Thanks sir.
And the grand finale! The news anchor, Betina in the photo, informs me that the trains are not running. Super. I end up at the airport after another cab ride filled with detours because Albany looks like the set of a movie. Trees are down everywhere and it is covered in an ice blanket. I get to the airport and low and behold, I have been picked to get a full search. I am talking crotch grabs here.
The only saving grace was that the flight was on-time and I met a lovely gentleman who I believe I entertained for the very short flight. I am home for a night and then off to Columbus tomorrow. Let’s hope that it only gets better from here………………..8AM Sunday, CBS, be there or be square. Yea, I said it.