As I rolled down 7th Ave at 0845 I saw plenty of parking spaces and figured, since this was Sunday and there are no parking restrictions, I'd see how close I could get to the Altman Building on West 18th Street. I rolled into a parking space right on the corner, a mere half a block away, at about 0900. I had a bunch of business cards with the blog on it and my ticket on iPhone and figured I'd see what I could see. There was no one on line. The very first thing I could see was the real life incarnation of one of my first Twitter followers:
|This was actually shot when I was leaving and there WAS a line. Unfortunately I didn't have time to wait and purchase anything. I will, I promise, hunt you down in Hoboken!
Inside the building was an amazing site as table after table was manned, (and womanned), and being set up. There were tables for causes and tables for products. It was a health food store on steroids.
I walked around and said hello to many of the vendors and volunteers, sneaking a quick taste, (actually allowing the folks to use me as a guinea pig and hone their sales spiel before the serious buyers showed up), at some and picking up literature at others. I'll give you a more detailed description of the VIP bag when I get home since it's in my car at the airport in N.J.
|There really was something for everyone here.
|Yes I did glance back at the Snail more than once.
|There was someone I wanted to say hello to everywhere I looked.
|When I left the lines had already formed and the Cinnamon Snail was in full crawl.
|I knew if I got any closer my mouth would start to water as I was thinking about lunch already.
|Standing almost on 7th Avenue. There was another line from the door to 6th Ave. I heard some people waited for 3 hours to get in and others gave up when they saw the line wrap around to 19th Street.