Saturday, March 15, 2014

Boston to New York for a party. And how I winged it through four East Coast States in one day.

In my fourth year of college, I joined a delegation of students traveling to Boston for the AIESEC International Congress

AIESEC was then – and probably still is today – the world’s largest international youth organization, composed of university students majoring in economics, business, and sciences.

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NO ADVANCE PLANNING

It may have simply been a lack of planning on my part, but I journeyed alone from Manila to the East Coast via San Francisco without making any prior arrangements upon landing at Boston’s Logan Airport.

The rest of my delegation had arrived several days earlier, but I’d delayed my departure to finish my mid-terms.

Perhaps rather naively, I just assumed I would find some way to my destination, unaware that the conference site was halfway to Vermont.



Neither had I planned on what to do post-conference. I simply left home with a month-long absence permit from school, a modest sum, some telephone numbers, and vague accommodations offers from friends and relatives in different cities.

In hindsight, it seemed a very reckless decision for a young girl in a foreign country.

WANDERING THROUGH BOSTON AIRPORT


But everything worked out.

At Logan Airport, I was wandering the arrivals terminal less than five minutes when I spotted some people in AIESEC t-shirts. I hurriedly introduced myself and corralled a ride to the conference site about two hours away, in a van blaring rock and roll radio with these students and about five other strangers.

Fortunately, my entire stay worked out with similar coincidences. After the conference, I hitched a ride back to Boston with other students, staying a few days with them at a Boston University student’s apartment.



Then I rang up my father’s old classmate at West Point, who was now living in a ritzy penthouse apartment with a huge terrace in the center of the city. He and his wife took me to dinner, after which they handed me the spare keys to their home.

We’re flying to the Bahamas tomorrow for winter holidays,” they told me. “But you’re welcome to stay in our flat for as long as you wish. Please feel at home.”

HOME ALONE IN A FANCY BOSTON PENTHOUSE



I still remember the giddiness I felt upon entering the palatial penthouse, relishing both the realization that it was mine for a week and the independence it accorded.

After the strict regimen of schoolwork back home, it was liberating to be free of schedules and to simply do as one wished. Not that I was irresponsible though. The most reckless thing I did was to sit in the terrace and enjoy three TV dinners in a row with an amazing view of the city as entertainment.

DRESSED TO IMPRESS


Anyway, the penthouse was flashy enough to impress a guy who picked me up for dinner one evening. A scion of a wealthy family back home, he wasn't living badly himself.

But when he rang the doorbell and walked into "my home," and especially when he went out onto the terrace with the snow falling all over, all he could say was: "Wow."

SUDDEN INSPIRATION



One night, still in Boston, just as my AIESEC friends and I were finishing up dinner in a Chinese restaurant at 10:30 PM, someone had the idea to hit the New Hampshire ski slopes very early the following day.

Everyone was enthusiastic but me -- and the fact that I was lousy at skiing, in spite of having taken lessons all over the world, was just one of my considerations.

MARATHON DRIVE THROUGH FOUR STATES
TO NEW YORK



“I can’t,” I groaned. “I’ve got to be in New York tomorrow night for a party.” So I wasn't so keen on skiing, but I really did have an excuse. I was planning to take the train to New York the following day.

My Manhattan-based cousins were hosting a get-together in an Upper East Side bar and I had planned to train to New York the following afternoon.

“Come with us,” they all cajoled.




And then our host at Boston University added, “We’ll leave early tomorrow morning and spend the day skiing in New Hampshire. Tomorrow night I’ll drive you to New York. I guarantee you’ll be there in time for your party.”

How could I say no to that? I certainly couldn’t refuse such an offer.

SKIING, HERE WE COME...



So the next day, things happened exactly as planned.

We set off on our ski adventure at 4 AM – a mere few hours after parting – and we were on the New Hampshire slopes by 9 AM.



And by 10 PM, just as the Manhattan party was starting, we were driving down Park Avenue in his Range Rover, rock music blaring. Soon we found ourselves right in front of the bar.

We'd barely stopped for a few minutes and already one of my cousins had spotted me and was heading out the door with the party's de rigeur welcome drink: glasses of potent Long Island Iced Tea.



“Why don’t you join us?” I asked my gallant escort from Boston.

THE ENDURANCE DRIVER

He’d just completed a marathon driving session from Boston to New Hampshire, then Boston again, and then to New York – and now he was planning to drive back to Boston.

The least I could do was buy him a nice meal.


Besides, everyone at the party wanted to meet the endurance driver.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I really just intended to drive you over as I promised.”

With a smile and a casual wave, he drove off, back to Boston, leaving me to the welcoming shrieks of my cousins and friends.




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