"I've never seen you this early in the morning," she said. "Oh. Wait."
"Well, not sober and on this side of the clock anyway," I replied.
By 7:40 a.m. we were lounging on a mega bus to New York City with Mel and April discussing pizza for lunch and contemplating just how amazing our night time outfits would be.
Our hotel just off of 5th Avenue would prove to be the most prime of locations one could EVER dream of, but we'll get to that in a moment.
We sunned on the rocks in Central Park, before indulging in cocktails in the very early afternoon and then getting ready for dinner. Kristen's friend Roger directed us to an amazing Peruvian restaurant and invited us to his apartment for a party. A house party in Manhattan we contemplated? You just can't turn that down. He was the best of hosts with perfect taste in music and an amazing view of the city forty floors up.
The next morning, while waiting for the girls to finish packing up, I noticed some men in black redirecting those on foot to the opposite side of the street while I was perched at our large hotel window which basically worked as a balcony. Soon April pointed out the plethora of police cars and within moments the secret service noticed us. I waved. They did not. They frowned. And stared hard from behind their dark sunglasses.
"What's up with all those dark SUV's in front of the building they won't let anyone in," I asked?
Several more minutes pass and 15 or so heavily armed swat team types with combat books and bullet proof vests rush out of the building and into the SUV's. With windows open we can see them very armed and very ready.
We pondered a bomb situation and debated evacuating ourselves, but remained transfixed as all traffic and pedestrian activity was now stopped in all directions and quickly was backing up. Another secret service agent gazed up at us and at unknown locations in the upwards direction. We couldn't see what else he was watching. Something was about to happen. But what?
Suddenly, two adorable black girls and a small entourage skipped happily from the building and were hustled into one of the dark cars. It seemed in my best interest to not grab my camera as we were obviously still being closely watched.
Several moments later a very familiar looking woman was rushed into a different vehicle. It couldn't be who it looked like and none of us dared to say who it very clearly was at the risk of sounding ridiculous. But who else would need such high security? Within seconds the whole lot of SUV's and police cars took off. Fifth Avenue was on the move in another few moments.
Downstairs, we apologized for being slightly late on check-out and admitted to getting sucked into the scene below our window.
"Michelle Obama and the girls were shopping on Fifth this morning," the desk guys calmly stated. They were very obviously excited about it however.
Later that day it dawned on us that they probably had a sniper on us, just in case!
(The view where it all went down!)