Flying with Tylenol PM-First night toward NYC

PM in Tylenol means Pissed Marja. It is a known fact that I can't sleep when I fly, no matter how long the flight is. Because this particular flight was a red-eye, I thought, I will bring some help along the way to see if I can actually fall asleep. Took two pills and waited and waited. Nothing. Out of the 4 hour flight I was able to gather together 1 hour of some sort of snooziness. I arrived in New York at 5:30 on Thursday morning. Picked up a cab at the curb toward Manhattan. While riding in the cab, I learned that arranged marriages are live and well in America. My destination was the Portland Square Hotel on 47th street and just half a block down from Times Square. Excellent location. I knocked on the door number 711, and I was greeted by my old high school friend, Minna and her son, Topi (he was still asleep). We were the best of friends with Minna in high school and lost touch and have rekindled our friendship a few years ago. We have been planning this trip for a few years now, and now it was reality. Let the FUN begin!