I was ecstatic to be arranging a trip to New York City (my first!) to do an article on Sex & the City-themed travel. It was to coincide with the release of Sex & the City: The Movie on September 23 and I would be there to take the official bus tour and get my fill of show locations.

Sex & the City: The Movie, Courtesy of New Line Cinema
I was even doing some serious research: I have the entire TV series on DVD and have watched each episode numerous times. I decided to go back and re-watch the series, taking note of restaurants, clubs and addresses that were mentioned.
Alas, my excitement was quashed today. I was working with the Canadian office of the New York tourism board and was choosing swanky hotels and dreaming of shopping at Manolo Blahnik all week. A few days ago, though, I learned that I would be flying in on the same weekend as the UN Conference. Shit.
All of a sudden hotels were impossible to book and no one could offer me a free room. It went downhill from there. After looking into changing my flight, I decided to cancel. The costs were adding up faster than the money I would make to write the article.
With great sorrow, I cancelled my flight today and let the tourism board know they had to stop planning my trip. I’ve never had to cancel before but couldn’t afford to go on a work trip, write a piece, and then end up paying for it out of my own pocket. ‘Tis the glamorous life of a travel writer, I guess…




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