This happening after I’d been to a book signing party on the upper east side, for Andrea Syrtash “He’s just NOT your Type-(and that’s a GOOD thing!)”
The place was packed with ’30 something upper scale people’ and filled with that NYC energy that comes from high profile people. I’d been invited by a friend, Bill Sobel- very much involved with New Media, he’s the kind of guy that knows enough people to connect them to the right places on all levels.
I met a fellow ‘radio chick’ that had been on the air here years ago, and what was even cooler than that, was that she’d been on the air in my hometown of Pgh, while I’d been in HS! Denise Oliver was a ‘star’ to me, back then- not only that, I’ve been told, she’s reponsible for matching up Robin Quivers and Howard Stern! Quite a story there…
Ellis Henican, of NEWSDAY was there too, we became fast friends, (love his subtle Louisianna drawl) and after the party, the four of us got in Denise’s car, talked a bit and they dropped Bill and I at the LIRR, where we bought two little bottles of wine, and proceeded to get on the WRONG TRAIN! OMG.
We were so busy gabbing that we didn’t even realize it, until the train person asked for our tickets. A HUGE “Uh-OH,” at that point had us getting off the train in Woodside, Queens.
I was wearing something totally inappropriate for the weather, which is a nice way of saying, “I was freezing my ASS off!) and noticed a vacant elevator. I strongly suggested we go stand in that warm elevator, while Bill tried to talk me out of it, for fear of missing the next train to Jamaiica! Never! Never think you can talk a shivering woman out of a warm spot! So in we went to the open elevator, stood there, and talked.
One woman, who didn’t speak much English, came in and pushed the button. Bill again, is suggesting we get off- I’m holding on to the warm walls for dear life, saying “NO! I’m going for the ride!” We soon found out from this woman, who must have pushed the button 25 times, …it wasn’t operating.
Another woman then came in, and while we tried to tell her the elevator wasn’t working, she answered, “Yeah? Then how you get to this floor, huh?” People kept coming in, and pushing the buttons, we’d tell them, they’d get MAD at us! We continued our conversation, drinking wine in the elevator, until the last person came in, again disregarding our words of wisdom, he said to us, “then why you in here?” I said, looking over my shouldern, “the View, is Spectacular!” Person stood there, looked at Bill, looked at me, looked at the view, turned around- walked out shaking his head. Train came.
I’m considering going back with a flip camera to do this again. Mainly because I need PROOF of all that went down, in that elevator! Maybe I can talk Bill into going with me!
Robin, I am happy to spend an evening in an elevator in Woodside Queens with you anytime…as long as we are sipping wine from Tim Horton’s coffee cups. Tim Horton’s btw a well known Canadaian Coffee & Donut joint, now in NYC, was in honor of Andrea Syrtash, who’s book event we were at…who just happens to be from Toronto!
Too funny! Next time we need to bring a flip camera!