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.|