Lost in New York...already...

I decided to go visit Amy and Wilson in New York for the 3 day labor day weekend. The tickets were really cheap...$250 for a round trip, non stop flight from PDX to JFK. There was no reason not to go. I left Portland on a red eye and go to JFK around 8:30. I told Amy I had arrived, so I got onto the Air Train to get on the A train to NYC. I got on the subway, and knew I had to get off at the High St. exit in Brooklyn, and then call Amy from there.
Well, I was a little tired, and I managed to fall asleep on the subway (yeah, brilliant...), and I ended up waking up at 14th St. I figured that there were no numbered streets in Brooklyn...only in Manhattan, so I realized that I had passed the stop. So I got off, went to the other side, and waited for the next train to come. The MTA lady was kind enough to tell me that I was supposed to get on the A train when I asked her if this was the right platform to stand on for the High Street exit. She however did not tell me that the A train did not stop here, and that I would have to board the E and then transfer at the next stop onto the A. Well, after 2 E's go by, I finally figure it out (I was on 3 hours of airplane sleep...my brain wasn't all there....) I got on, and eventually made it to the High St. exit. I gave Amy a call, and she directed me to her apartment complex. The doorman asked me where I wanted to go, and I said apartment 4F. He asked me my name and I said Amy. He said, "No, what is YOUR name." I said "Yes, that IS my name. I am also an Amy...". Oh. Well, he lets me go up, and I finally get into Amy and Wilson's lovely apartment. I told them about the events that lead to my 45 minute delay. 20 minutes in the city, and already, lost. Fantastic!!! =)