I'm in a Fitbit challenge with a friend of mine for the month of June. Best day, best week and overall month. Loser buys lunch at Breslin.
Went to a wedding this past weekend and realized at the reception that I'd left the fitbit in the hotel room. Receptions are just step machines, so no way was I losing out on all of those steps.
I get down to Atlantis on Friday morning, which is the same day as the wedding I'm attending. Being up
at 4 in the AM and attending a wedding in the same day -- I'm thinking it's going to be a *huge* @fitbit day. After carefully taking it off when hopping in the pool, etc., I manage to leave it behind when we get dressed to go down to the ceremony on the beach.
Have you ever been to Atlantis? It's casino + resort + beach, so the layout I think is casino style and confusing as hell. We are taken from hotel to the beach as a group and then from the beach back up to this killer room in a different hotel, with one whole wall as a fish tank, etc. Totally $$, but once I know where we'll be, I quickly decide to jump back to my room, take everyone's sunglasses back as well, and pick up the fitbit.
Not being 100% sure the best way to get back to our hotel room, I decide to take the long way back to the room. On the way there, I figure out I certainly should be able to take a shorter way back. Quick stop in the room, @fitbit on, glasses back in the room, buy some spare batteries for the guy who brought the only camera to the wedding but has dead batteries in it (I manage to get behind a classic UWS NYer Mom type in line at the Sundries shop who is complaining, I am not kidding you, about an extra $0.50 stamp she bought because they told her that it was needed to send a postcard back to the US, when in fact she had enough postage, and then proceeded to yell at the girl behind the counter talking to her manager on the phone that 'she wasn't the crazy one. She was giving the wrong information which is why they must take it back. Tell her! Tell her! Here, let me speak with her.' -- Forget the fact that this woman's family probably is burning a $1,000/day -- good thing she's not letting them take her for one more quarter!)
Anyways, I'm on my way back to the wedding reception the short way and I'm getting close but I can't find it. I find the reception that I saw was next to ours, but I'm walking around and walking around. Finally, I'm getting too darn sweaty to keep walking so I ask the concierge where the 'TMAC wedding reception is'
'Oh, let me look. Oh, I'm sorry sir, it's two hotels away -- it's kind of far.'
Now at this point, I know that has to be wrong, but after 15 minutes of looking, I'm desperate and why wouldn't a full service place concierge like this know, so I figure I just must have gotten really turned around so head along my way. When I get there, of course, there isn't anything going on there so now I'm like -- well, I have to just go back to our hotel (which was in the middle of where I was and where I really wanted to be) and just retrace my original long way around steps.
Which I do and get right to where I wanted to be. Turns out, when I was tramping all over Timbuk2, I was just a floor above where I was looking for and didn't realize it. I finally get back, make a joke of it (one of the first big get togethers with this crew and where I met S was in Kingston when we all lived in DC. One car took significantly longer than the rest of us and we asked them what happened and they started by saying 'Well, I just went over the Woodrow Wilson bridge...' --- right there, we all knew that those clowns had started a very long trip by going the wrong way around the beltway on DC) and proceed to have a great night.
Anyways, as it turned out, another wedding was scheduled to have this room, but the groom 'didn't show', even though the bridge and guests from both sides had already traveled down to the island! Crazy! So my buddy got a big upgrade and moved into this room. Turns out, that wasn't 100% correct (upgrade yes, backstory no). Late night the next night, the day after the wedding, we end up eating at a late night place at 2AM next to the niece and nephew of the bride who's groom was a no show. It wasn't quite that bad -- the groom got cold feet 4 days before and everyone knew that there wasn't going to be a wedding but they all had booked their stuff and decided to just come celebrate with the bride and support her (they had been dating for 9 years).
So, the day ended up only being 24,226 steps -- I would have thought more, but a great story none the less.
3 more days with the @fitbit challenge to go!