To be fair, the business part of the trip was really exciting. In town for a meeting at the New York Stock Exchange, it turned out that just entering the building would be an event in and of itself. This place was seriously secured like a fortress - crowds of tourists snapping shots of the ailing environment on Wall Street only added to the drama. Luckily, my name was on the list of scheduled NYSE guests and I was kindly (probably reluctantly - hahah) let it - but not after they searched and scanned my bags, of course :)
At the end of the work day, I was treated to a personal tour of the trading floor by one of the VPs of Listings. Wow. What a sight. While I couldn't actually help all of the plummeting stocks, it was still incredible to be down on the floor looking at the varied colored smocks and frenzied traders still looking weary from the current market conditions. I noted Fox News' booth and reporter stationed not too far from the CNBC team and was star struck by the industry I happen to be a player in. Needless to say, the day ended off with a bang - especially when I noted a camera-toter snapping shots of myself and a college as we exited the fortress/building. Clearly, this person had NO IDEA who was shooting at!
The famous trading floor.Despite having been awake since 4am, I mustered up the energy to make it to my very exciting gown fitting at Vera Wang in the upper East Side. As you can imagine, I fell in love with a dress and was thrilled to have my older brother of sorts, and Anna's godfather, ENY there to lend a helping, stylish hand (: Fun, fun, fun.
We then went up to Carlyle's to meet up with yet another close friend and sister of sorts from my other life when I lived in Rome, VDL. An Armani employee, I guess I should have asked her to make an appointment for me at HIS boutique ;) hahaha. The feel at the Carlyle embodies so much of what I imagine about my wedding and the feel and glam that I would dare call my style. Why fight what you like?? Hell - who would have thought that I love old 1940s New York, live, big band music and most importantly, excellent dirty martinis!! Turns out that while I love the outdoors, I'm not the camp ground kind of bride, or evening foray-er! ::Shrug::
The Carlyle
The RedHead in the East VillageNote: I didn't take a SINGLE one of the above pictures. Below are the crappier, phone versions that I managed to pull off:
The board room where our meeting took place.
ENY probably will kill me for this one, but this was a tipsy shot I took at the Carlyle - I can't BELIEVE I didn't take a pic with VDL!
Shot I sent to ZMW and AFJW per their request on the flight home :) (I love that I have something in my teeth!!)
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