I don't understand why some people are so adverse to pure cuddling with friends. Last night my friend and I simply cuddled all night, and it was wonderful. No sexual tension, just nice close time with 2 friends. Affection is delicious.
Beforehand, I had a cooking paradox. Running low on many specific foods that I normally require, I had to find a creative way to make dinner for 3 with just 2 beef patties, noodles, 2 tomatoes, .25 of a chopped onion, and assorted spices. Found some cottage cheese & mozzerella, a can of mushrooms, and.......I sauteed a lasagna-spaghetti cross dish. It was interesting, but I don't think I'll do it again.
Yesterday, my supervisor at job 2 and I had a conversation about spirituality, reiki, mediums, astral projection, etc. It was interesting, because I normally only talk about that with my girlfriends that I've known for at least a few years, but this woman and I just stumbled into this conversation. It was interesting to talk about it openly with someone I don't know very well.
I guess I should re-open that subject in my personal life, huh? Maybe I'll look more into it, do some exploring...
I just remembered that my mom and I discussed religion over the weekend. She was interested in my newer-found views on the whole matter. I think it surprised her when I didn't consider myself Christian anymore, but seemed to be content with my conclusions. My sister, however, seemed to be rather offended by what I said. It's all part of the building, though, right?
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Hum Drum
On Tuesday, Jen D'Onofrio & I went out for a walk & a snack at Bertucci's. We had a lovely talk. I'm sorry, I mean, I talked well, and she listened well. She's a wonderful person.
Cooked a good dish last night, learned some lessons...
Hung out with Mark, Penny, Jesse, & Erin. Mark and I had a nice talk, too.
Yesterday I had to show my supervisor at job #2 how to use a fax machine.
Excellent.
I feel so well qualified.
Or maybe she's just an idiot.
Probably the latter.
Cooked a good dish last night, learned some lessons...
Hung out with Mark, Penny, Jesse, & Erin. Mark and I had a nice talk, too.
Yesterday I had to show my supervisor at job #2 how to use a fax machine.
Excellent.
I feel so well qualified.
Or maybe she's just an idiot.
Probably the latter.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Goodbyes Are Sad
Ido came up to visit me in Boston this weekend. I hadn't seen him since I had moved out of NYC, so that's about 7 months. He's now moving back to Tel Aviv, Israel for a year or two (or so), so this visit was more of a kind of goodbye-for-now type thing. For me, it was more of a kind of closure on our relationship.
So, when I picked him up at the South Station, I was full of road rage, I was stressed, just not a happy camper. He called me cold, so I tried cooling my jets some. It was hard. We got moderately lost in the North End and wharfs of Boston trying to find Legal Sea Foods, which we finally did end up finding and eating at, after more than one phone calls to Craig for help.
Of course, with him (as always) the waiters asked us what bottle of wine we wanted to drink. Keep in mind, Boston is SUPER strict on the underage drinking rules, and yours truly is in fact underage. But because he looks his age of 24, and apparently I look far too old for mine, they didn't bother asking for any ID or even questioned our ages. They card my sister still! But no, ever since I started dating that boy, almost every waiter I've ever had with Ido not only ignore carding policies, but almost encourages us to buy their "house wine"s. Do I feel really awesome and sophisticated for being so grown up, or do I feel bad for myself? Who knows.
We had a delicious dinner. He gawked at his chowder and lobster, and I enjoyed my tuna steak.
We walked around Quincy Market & the North End after dinner. He pointed out some nice "first kiss" spots there. We talked about what we've done for the past 7 months, and what might be happening in the nearby future. It started raining, which put a slight damper on our touring of the North End.
Got some Mike's Pastries to feast on later. Drove home, and he quickly crashed to bed.
My dad woke us up with the piano. Welcome to my house. He bonded with my family a little bit, until we offed to find some beaches. Let me explain "find some beaches". I could not, COULD NOT, find myself this entire weekend. 2 hours later in the car, and after turning around on interstates about 3 times, I finally found our way to some place by the ocean that I knew, Newburyport. We hit up a Wendy's for a snack, where he was completely appalled at the idea that I was actually encouraging dunking the french fries into the Frosty. I guess we have our differences, after all. I think he was just being reluctant to adventure.
We walked along Newburyport's beaches, the harbors, the ports, the wharfs, and talked a lot. We talked mostly about education, personal morals, our affinities for math (he was going to be an astrophysicist, too! who knew?!), our family lives, Israel was a big topic, our intelligence (he's a genius, just to let you know. And I'm serious. It took him about 1 hour to admit to me that, too....but he claims I'm very intelligent and that he has a lot of respect for me as a woman, a "girlfriend", a person...), etc.
We ate at Not Your Average Joe's, talked more, walked around Salisbury Beach, drove around Andover and North Andover. Got lost a few more times. I swear I made him car-sick. We got home late to eat leftovers. My mom cornered him in my room and talked to him for 2 hours. The conversation was long, but he was very gracious about it. We watched "The Seven Year Itch" for a while, until we went to bed.
Sunday, I woke him up so we could go to Cambridge. Visited Harvard. He was not very impressed with Harvard Square, or Yard. The weather the whole weekend was TERRIBLE, though. He liked MIT better. We drove around Boston a bit....but I was getting lost a lot again in the city, so I was kind of tweaking/stressing out while driving because I could not get where I wanted to go at all. He noticed me tensing up, so he gave me a neck/head massage while I tried finding how to get back to normalcy, which was very nice.
Then we drove home to celebrate Dad's birthday. We ate dinner with the family, and my parents talked with him, and kind of embarassed me by showing my performances on the TV.
Later on, we decided to go see "Nacho Libre", which he enjoyed but I did not enjoy nearly as much as him. It did not beat "Napoleon Dynamite". Then we parked the car and had an in-depth conversation. And he showed me some of his martial arts.
Since I'm working, and he needs to be in Boston while I'm at work, and my mom has the day off, mom's driving him in for me, so these were my last moments with him.
Getting ready for bed, he came over and gave me a goodbye hug. It was kind of emotional. Went to bed. I wrote him a note. Woke him up in the morning to get pulled into his bed for a last hug and I insisted on a morning kiss goodbye.
I think what I got, in reflection, was better than any fling I was expecting. We're going to keep in touch, still friends. And it's nice to know that we actually had something. We had a legitimate relationship. Too bad we didn't have much time, because I think we would have had some amazing......fun. Never say never, right?
So, when I picked him up at the South Station, I was full of road rage, I was stressed, just not a happy camper. He called me cold, so I tried cooling my jets some. It was hard. We got moderately lost in the North End and wharfs of Boston trying to find Legal Sea Foods, which we finally did end up finding and eating at, after more than one phone calls to Craig for help.
Of course, with him (as always) the waiters asked us what bottle of wine we wanted to drink. Keep in mind, Boston is SUPER strict on the underage drinking rules, and yours truly is in fact underage. But because he looks his age of 24, and apparently I look far too old for mine, they didn't bother asking for any ID or even questioned our ages. They card my sister still! But no, ever since I started dating that boy, almost every waiter I've ever had with Ido not only ignore carding policies, but almost encourages us to buy their "house wine"s. Do I feel really awesome and sophisticated for being so grown up, or do I feel bad for myself? Who knows.
We had a delicious dinner. He gawked at his chowder and lobster, and I enjoyed my tuna steak.
We walked around Quincy Market & the North End after dinner. He pointed out some nice "first kiss" spots there. We talked about what we've done for the past 7 months, and what might be happening in the nearby future. It started raining, which put a slight damper on our touring of the North End.
Got some Mike's Pastries to feast on later. Drove home, and he quickly crashed to bed.
My dad woke us up with the piano. Welcome to my house. He bonded with my family a little bit, until we offed to find some beaches. Let me explain "find some beaches". I could not, COULD NOT, find myself this entire weekend. 2 hours later in the car, and after turning around on interstates about 3 times, I finally found our way to some place by the ocean that I knew, Newburyport. We hit up a Wendy's for a snack, where he was completely appalled at the idea that I was actually encouraging dunking the french fries into the Frosty. I guess we have our differences, after all. I think he was just being reluctant to adventure.
We walked along Newburyport's beaches, the harbors, the ports, the wharfs, and talked a lot. We talked mostly about education, personal morals, our affinities for math (he was going to be an astrophysicist, too! who knew?!), our family lives, Israel was a big topic, our intelligence (he's a genius, just to let you know. And I'm serious. It took him about 1 hour to admit to me that, too....but he claims I'm very intelligent and that he has a lot of respect for me as a woman, a "girlfriend", a person...), etc.
We ate at Not Your Average Joe's, talked more, walked around Salisbury Beach, drove around Andover and North Andover. Got lost a few more times. I swear I made him car-sick. We got home late to eat leftovers. My mom cornered him in my room and talked to him for 2 hours. The conversation was long, but he was very gracious about it. We watched "The Seven Year Itch" for a while, until we went to bed.
Sunday, I woke him up so we could go to Cambridge. Visited Harvard. He was not very impressed with Harvard Square, or Yard. The weather the whole weekend was TERRIBLE, though. He liked MIT better. We drove around Boston a bit....but I was getting lost a lot again in the city, so I was kind of tweaking/stressing out while driving because I could not get where I wanted to go at all. He noticed me tensing up, so he gave me a neck/head massage while I tried finding how to get back to normalcy, which was very nice.
Then we drove home to celebrate Dad's birthday. We ate dinner with the family, and my parents talked with him, and kind of embarassed me by showing my performances on the TV.
Later on, we decided to go see "Nacho Libre", which he enjoyed but I did not enjoy nearly as much as him. It did not beat "Napoleon Dynamite". Then we parked the car and had an in-depth conversation. And he showed me some of his martial arts.
Since I'm working, and he needs to be in Boston while I'm at work, and my mom has the day off, mom's driving him in for me, so these were my last moments with him.
Getting ready for bed, he came over and gave me a goodbye hug. It was kind of emotional. Went to bed. I wrote him a note. Woke him up in the morning to get pulled into his bed for a last hug and I insisted on a morning kiss goodbye.
I think what I got, in reflection, was better than any fling I was expecting. We're going to keep in touch, still friends. And it's nice to know that we actually had something. We had a legitimate relationship. Too bad we didn't have much time, because I think we would have had some amazing......fun. Never say never, right?
Monday, June 19, 2006
Another Trip to NYC, Plus New Jersey?
I think I've come to the conclusion that my weekends will revolve in either people coming to see me from afar, or me going to see other people afar...My months are being booked as we speak!
So, I drove in on my own to NYC for Sat&Sun. It took longer than it should to drive in because drivers are idiots. And it rained.
I would just like to note that I was going to be in Connecticut for the night, but someone bailed last minute, so I called the next person I had in mind, who happens to live about an hour into New Jersey. Ah, how life leads us...
I got into the city, parked my car in a garage near school, and went downtown to see the apartment that I viewed last time. Well, I was going to meet my potential roommate. And all I have to say about that is....no thanks. The girl was not my type of person...and when she said, "I smoke lots of pot," the red stop sign hit my face. Hard. So, I am thinking that it's all for the best, though it's a shame. That place was beautiful!
I had a few hours to kill, so went to Starbucks and called up Paul to hang out with me. Paul, for those of you cocking your heads in flusteration, is my classmates from Stern who joked with me all fall about us stalking each other. All in good fun.
Anyways, he came down, and we walked around the seaport for a few hours. Talked a lot. It was nice. Good to see a friendly face. He came along with me to view the newer apartment potential on Wall Street. The girl's from NYU Gallatin, my age, oringated from Boston, wicked nice, we got along very well, her boyfriend was sweet, and the apartment was beautiful. I would like to live there. We're going to stay in touch and see how things go.
Paul went home to Long Island, and I went to campus to walk around. I called up Neil (who told me he was in the city then, too), and I met him at Amy's Bread Bakery over in the West Village while he happily ate. It was a brief visit.
Bhinish met up with me at Washington Square, and told me to take the NJ Transit to his station where he'd pick me up late. And he jetted off to pick up his grandmothers. So off I went to Risotteria (only one of my favorite eateries around school) to buy some gluten-free cookies. And that was my dinner.
It was sweltering in NYC the whole weekend, so I was a nice glob of liquid the whole time there.
The trainride took about an hour. I waited at the station for a while, and read some more, until Bhinish came over, grandmothers and all. So silly.
We went to his house, where we talked until late. It's funny how classically Indian families are so conservative...his grandmothers wouldn't go to bed until he left the guest room I was sleeping in! They must have known I'm a vixon. Well, they also kept insisting that I ate, and that they would make something for me. But I was just not hungry this weekend. They weren't very happy about that.
Keep in mind, I didn't actually personally talk to them, they only speak Gujarati, and I...do not. Bhinish translated everything, and I had deja vu from visiting Felix's family in Germany.
Went to bed. Slept. Woke up, woke up Bhinish. That boy does not wake up quickly! About 3 hours after we had woken up (which was full of, "no thank you, i'm not hungry"), we left the house. And he eats A LOT of sugar.
Knowing my affinity for Indian culture, he brought me to this little India-town nearby. I was in my element. Went to some music/dvd shops, listened to some music, sari shopped, and hung out at some Indian food joint, where I agreed to consume a mango lassi. We talked some more, lots of talking, and then hit the train station where I would go back to the city and drive home. He bought me some papri chaat for my travels. What a sweet boy. Literally.
So, I drove in on my own to NYC for Sat&Sun. It took longer than it should to drive in because drivers are idiots. And it rained.
I would just like to note that I was going to be in Connecticut for the night, but someone bailed last minute, so I called the next person I had in mind, who happens to live about an hour into New Jersey. Ah, how life leads us...
I got into the city, parked my car in a garage near school, and went downtown to see the apartment that I viewed last time. Well, I was going to meet my potential roommate. And all I have to say about that is....no thanks. The girl was not my type of person...and when she said, "I smoke lots of pot," the red stop sign hit my face. Hard. So, I am thinking that it's all for the best, though it's a shame. That place was beautiful!
I had a few hours to kill, so went to Starbucks and called up Paul to hang out with me. Paul, for those of you cocking your heads in flusteration, is my classmates from Stern who joked with me all fall about us stalking each other. All in good fun.
Anyways, he came down, and we walked around the seaport for a few hours. Talked a lot. It was nice. Good to see a friendly face. He came along with me to view the newer apartment potential on Wall Street. The girl's from NYU Gallatin, my age, oringated from Boston, wicked nice, we got along very well, her boyfriend was sweet, and the apartment was beautiful. I would like to live there. We're going to stay in touch and see how things go.
Paul went home to Long Island, and I went to campus to walk around. I called up Neil (who told me he was in the city then, too), and I met him at Amy's Bread Bakery over in the West Village while he happily ate. It was a brief visit.
Bhinish met up with me at Washington Square, and told me to take the NJ Transit to his station where he'd pick me up late. And he jetted off to pick up his grandmothers. So off I went to Risotteria (only one of my favorite eateries around school) to buy some gluten-free cookies. And that was my dinner.
It was sweltering in NYC the whole weekend, so I was a nice glob of liquid the whole time there.
The trainride took about an hour. I waited at the station for a while, and read some more, until Bhinish came over, grandmothers and all. So silly.
We went to his house, where we talked until late. It's funny how classically Indian families are so conservative...his grandmothers wouldn't go to bed until he left the guest room I was sleeping in! They must have known I'm a vixon. Well, they also kept insisting that I ate, and that they would make something for me. But I was just not hungry this weekend. They weren't very happy about that.
Keep in mind, I didn't actually personally talk to them, they only speak Gujarati, and I...do not. Bhinish translated everything, and I had deja vu from visiting Felix's family in Germany.
Went to bed. Slept. Woke up, woke up Bhinish. That boy does not wake up quickly! About 3 hours after we had woken up (which was full of, "no thank you, i'm not hungry"), we left the house. And he eats A LOT of sugar.
Knowing my affinity for Indian culture, he brought me to this little India-town nearby. I was in my element. Went to some music/dvd shops, listened to some music, sari shopped, and hung out at some Indian food joint, where I agreed to consume a mango lassi. We talked some more, lots of talking, and then hit the train station where I would go back to the city and drive home. He bought me some papri chaat for my travels. What a sweet boy. Literally.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Om
Monday, Craig and I watched The Big Lebowski. Sheesh, what a trippy movie.
Yesterday I went out on a serach for a yoga mat after work. Shivangi and I had planned to meet at the Y for a class, and I didn't have much time. I acted fast.
I researched yoga centers in the closest 3 towns & I wracked my brain for places I saw mats being sold nearby. I headed to downtown Andover: nothing. I go to Dahn's Yoga Center, thinking, "Yoga centers MUST sell mats, right?" Oh, how wrong I was. I ask them where on earth I could find a yoga mat. They point me to the place across the street, which, of course, was the second most logical location to find a mat: the grocery store. Yes, Wild Harvest Market was the location of the day for my yoga purchases (I bought a ball too!) Happily giggling, I bought my finds and scurried off to class.
Shiva and I met excitedly to take our first yoga class together (she takes yoga in DC when I take it in NYC/London). I remind you, though, that both of us are seasoned dancers from a young age, and have indeed yoga-ed and pilated our share in our adolescences. This class was geared towards middle-aged women who have never kicked a battement in their life, or hit a thorough plank, for that matter. Whenever the lady told us where we should "feel it", we didn't. We tried to do the more complex steps, but it still wasn't enough. Feeling relaxed and slightly unsatisfied, we tried to redeem our efforts by staying an extra half hour with someone and doing a yoga-inspired ab workout. Slightly sticky & more content, off we galavanted to my house.
Penny swung by wihle we cooked dinner, and we gossiped like the females that we are. We concluded with the watching of The Seven Year Itch. Marilyn Monroe is just elegant.
Yesterday I went out on a serach for a yoga mat after work. Shivangi and I had planned to meet at the Y for a class, and I didn't have much time. I acted fast.
I researched yoga centers in the closest 3 towns & I wracked my brain for places I saw mats being sold nearby. I headed to downtown Andover: nothing. I go to Dahn's Yoga Center, thinking, "Yoga centers MUST sell mats, right?" Oh, how wrong I was. I ask them where on earth I could find a yoga mat. They point me to the place across the street, which, of course, was the second most logical location to find a mat: the grocery store. Yes, Wild Harvest Market was the location of the day for my yoga purchases (I bought a ball too!) Happily giggling, I bought my finds and scurried off to class.
Shiva and I met excitedly to take our first yoga class together (she takes yoga in DC when I take it in NYC/London). I remind you, though, that both of us are seasoned dancers from a young age, and have indeed yoga-ed and pilated our share in our adolescences. This class was geared towards middle-aged women who have never kicked a battement in their life, or hit a thorough plank, for that matter. Whenever the lady told us where we should "feel it", we didn't. We tried to do the more complex steps, but it still wasn't enough. Feeling relaxed and slightly unsatisfied, we tried to redeem our efforts by staying an extra half hour with someone and doing a yoga-inspired ab workout. Slightly sticky & more content, off we galavanted to my house.
Penny swung by wihle we cooked dinner, and we gossiped like the females that we are. We concluded with the watching of The Seven Year Itch. Marilyn Monroe is just elegant.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Book 1 Done
"Cloud Atlas" by David Mitchell. Very good. Very trippy. I highly recommend it.
Next obstacle: Stephan Hawking's "A Brief History of Time." Short. Physics-driven. Nice break for a week or so...
Next obstacle: Stephan Hawking's "A Brief History of Time." Short. Physics-driven. Nice break for a week or so...
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Just Like Old Times
On Friday, a few friends came over to my house after the gym.
First, Jessica and Evan came in with an Indian foreign exchange student.
Then, Craig and Shivangi walked in.
Then Jesse.
Then Vivek.
We had a nice, casual, chilling night.
The Indians and I had a wonderful conversation about Indian things.
All I have to say in reflection is that my group of friends are loud. Very loud.
And Evan has a great, quirky sense of humor that can stop conversations.
First, Jessica and Evan came in with an Indian foreign exchange student.
Then, Craig and Shivangi walked in.
Then Jesse.
Then Vivek.
We had a nice, casual, chilling night.
The Indians and I had a wonderful conversation about Indian things.
All I have to say in reflection is that my group of friends are loud. Very loud.
And Evan has a great, quirky sense of humor that can stop conversations.
Art and Cops
Yesterday was very busy.
1) Jeff came over for breakfast. I made omellettes. We talked for a while. He said goodbye for 2 months, because he'll be in Ecuador teaching English. Damn Harvardians.
2) Garrett and I met for hot cocoa. We went on a little carride, and settled at Panera. 2 huge cups of hot chocolate, 1 massive cookie for me, 1 loaf of bread for him. He paid, that gentleman. Now I owe him on our next outing. We had a splendid time.
2.5) Scott called me and we had a good catch-up chat.
3) I ran over to Andover for Jen's Singing Recital. Being the good alumn I am, I agreed to turn pages for her while she played the piano for 3 hours. The concert was very good, and it was really really nice to see my young friends that I haven't seen in a year. Becky's voice was phenomenal, Steve's voice was perfect, etc. Jen and I agreed to have coffee sometime soon, and a bunch of the kids and I concluded to see each other this summer sometime. I joked around with the Sanders brothers after the show, and then I headed out to make myself dinner.
4) Dinner was couscous with spicy chicken. Ok, the chicken cleared my nasal cavity. Next time, I'm not putting so much red chilli sauce on them.
5) I went to Beverly for a little birthday party for a high school friend I haven't seen in years, Brad. He messaged me about his shin dig at his apartment, and I thought, "hell, why not. i haven't seen these kids in a while. i might as well make an appearance for a bit." Little did I know that Google's directions to his house took about 30+ minutes more than his place truly is from my house. Not knowing Beverly AT ALL, I got lost trying to find his apartment for about 10 minutes in the car, and 20 minutes on his street. Finally discovering that his place is HIDDEN, I got to the party, only to find that I knew him and one other girl. The other slew of people were strange strangers. All art students at Montserrat, which means mullets, dreads, go-go boots, leg warmers, and assorted scary fashion statements wandered around in excess.
I sat with some cran-grape juice and gawked at the creatures dancing, when another person I remembered from high school came by. We got in a conversation, and then 2 other old friends swung in. Somehow I found myself in Brad's room writing down things to do while in London for one of the girls, talking to an NYU dropout, and another guy that just happens to know more than half of my local theatre friends.
While talking to one of my old friends, and the rest of the mass is dancing and doing other silly party things, we are informed that the cops have come to break up the party. Being completely and utterly the only sober person within the building, I start giggling to myself about how silly it would be for me to get in trouble with the cops then for doing nothing illegal but writing down trip advice. Please note that this was my first party ever to be broken up by cops.
Thus, I stand up, look at the cops, and walk out the back door.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to say goodbye to most of my old friends, so I left them messages on assorted networking sites.
I then got lost driving home, forcing myself to call a friend for help. The sleep following was delicious.
1) Jeff came over for breakfast. I made omellettes. We talked for a while. He said goodbye for 2 months, because he'll be in Ecuador teaching English. Damn Harvardians.
2) Garrett and I met for hot cocoa. We went on a little carride, and settled at Panera. 2 huge cups of hot chocolate, 1 massive cookie for me, 1 loaf of bread for him. He paid, that gentleman. Now I owe him on our next outing. We had a splendid time.
2.5) Scott called me and we had a good catch-up chat.
3) I ran over to Andover for Jen's Singing Recital. Being the good alumn I am, I agreed to turn pages for her while she played the piano for 3 hours. The concert was very good, and it was really really nice to see my young friends that I haven't seen in a year. Becky's voice was phenomenal, Steve's voice was perfect, etc. Jen and I agreed to have coffee sometime soon, and a bunch of the kids and I concluded to see each other this summer sometime. I joked around with the Sanders brothers after the show, and then I headed out to make myself dinner.
4) Dinner was couscous with spicy chicken. Ok, the chicken cleared my nasal cavity. Next time, I'm not putting so much red chilli sauce on them.
5) I went to Beverly for a little birthday party for a high school friend I haven't seen in years, Brad. He messaged me about his shin dig at his apartment, and I thought, "hell, why not. i haven't seen these kids in a while. i might as well make an appearance for a bit." Little did I know that Google's directions to his house took about 30+ minutes more than his place truly is from my house. Not knowing Beverly AT ALL, I got lost trying to find his apartment for about 10 minutes in the car, and 20 minutes on his street. Finally discovering that his place is HIDDEN, I got to the party, only to find that I knew him and one other girl. The other slew of people were strange strangers. All art students at Montserrat, which means mullets, dreads, go-go boots, leg warmers, and assorted scary fashion statements wandered around in excess.
I sat with some cran-grape juice and gawked at the creatures dancing, when another person I remembered from high school came by. We got in a conversation, and then 2 other old friends swung in. Somehow I found myself in Brad's room writing down things to do while in London for one of the girls, talking to an NYU dropout, and another guy that just happens to know more than half of my local theatre friends.
While talking to one of my old friends, and the rest of the mass is dancing and doing other silly party things, we are informed that the cops have come to break up the party. Being completely and utterly the only sober person within the building, I start giggling to myself about how silly it would be for me to get in trouble with the cops then for doing nothing illegal but writing down trip advice. Please note that this was my first party ever to be broken up by cops.
Thus, I stand up, look at the cops, and walk out the back door.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to say goodbye to most of my old friends, so I left them messages on assorted networking sites.
I then got lost driving home, forcing myself to call a friend for help. The sleep following was delicious.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Happy Birthday, Alex!
Yesterday, after work, I went into Boston to visit Harvard grad student Alex and get a calendar that I bought off him while in London. I took the T to Longwood only to find out that he wanted me to meet up with him in the North End (which, if you’re familiar with Boston, is opposite sides of the city). An hour later on the T, and I am walking into the North End to some guys’ apartment that Alex knows from school. Alex greets me in the hallway by running to me, shouting, “Pretty dirty wh***!,” and suffocating me in a hug. It was probably one of the most confusing greetings I’ve received in a while; I didn’t know what to do. Then we proceeded into the apartment.
Let me just describe this apartment, because I am in love with it. It was an open apartment with one brick wall. They had a moveable wall so that you could block off the massive bed area with the TV, and a large living room. The cute kitchen had all new steel appliances, and everything was beautiful. I gawked the entire time there.
It was a night of us bickering and making fun of each other (consider it normal), political debates, watching TV and critiquing shows, and cuddling (etc.). Alex, being the lush that he is, did his thing, and I had a glass of wine. It was nice seeing him after over a year, but I did not appreciate him astropuffing my hair.
His 2 friends were adorable! Tyler, his classmate, is from Canada and was very tidy and studiously inclined. His other friend, Cash, was laid back and funny. They are a funny couple.
I stayed until around midnight, when it officially turned into Alex’s birthday. We sang, and I started getting ready to go home. Tyler and his boyfriend told me to keep in touch and come by more often (and that they wanted me to come to Alex’s birthday fiesta tonight, which I have to decline for sleeping purposes). Alex is a great hugger, props to him. He told me that we had to get together Tuesday, before he left for Greece. So, until then….
Let me just describe this apartment, because I am in love with it. It was an open apartment with one brick wall. They had a moveable wall so that you could block off the massive bed area with the TV, and a large living room. The cute kitchen had all new steel appliances, and everything was beautiful. I gawked the entire time there.
It was a night of us bickering and making fun of each other (consider it normal), political debates, watching TV and critiquing shows, and cuddling (etc.). Alex, being the lush that he is, did his thing, and I had a glass of wine. It was nice seeing him after over a year, but I did not appreciate him astropuffing my hair.
His 2 friends were adorable! Tyler, his classmate, is from Canada and was very tidy and studiously inclined. His other friend, Cash, was laid back and funny. They are a funny couple.
I stayed until around midnight, when it officially turned into Alex’s birthday. We sang, and I started getting ready to go home. Tyler and his boyfriend told me to keep in touch and come by more often (and that they wanted me to come to Alex’s birthday fiesta tonight, which I have to decline for sleeping purposes). Alex is a great hugger, props to him. He told me that we had to get together Tuesday, before he left for Greece. So, until then….
NYC For A Day
So I drove into the city with Mom and Craig on Saturday. Mom had a wedding to go to for one of Dad’s assistants in Long Island, so she offered the free ride in for us. I went to see the apartment I’m hoping to sublet, and Craig went in because he is unbelievably bored in our little New England town. It took a few hours to get into Long Island, we got lost perhaps twice. On our way down, though, the girls I was supposed to meet up with that day for the apartment let me know that they forgot I was coming down, and that they were at one of the girl’s sister’s weddings. They would try to come back Sunday evening, but no promises. I was livid.
When we ended up at the parents’ hotel, my Dad brought us to eat at some ritzy hotel restaurant. We talked about music, business, France, my sublet….and I ate one of the magnificently tasting and ludicrously filling lunches ever; a shrimp burger. It is what it claims to be…it is a burger made out of packed shrimp. Delicious.
Craig and I waited to hit up the LIRR to get into the city finally, and we got into Penn Station probably around 4pm. We took the subway up to 50th street and walked to Molly’s apartment over in Hell’s Kitchen (I stayed at hers for the night, while Craig went to a friend’s in New Rochelle). Her apartment was absolutely adorable. She had a friend over, Mike, and we talked for a while only for the boys to conclude that they wanted to go to Guitar Center over near Union Square. Alright, we went.
As we’re in Guitar Center, my friend Rob (whom I was supposed to eat dinner with) called me to let me know that he had a few parties to go to, and he was eating dinner with his brother, but that he still planned on meeting up with me sometime. Right, sure. Frustration was quickly lurking. And Danny called to let me know that he wanted to see me as soon as possible, but he didn’t have a lot of time to kill, and that he wanted me to plan out an agenda for us. Having not been in the city for over 6 months, I insisted that we just meet up and walk around because I couldn’t remember for the life of me what there was to do specifically. After a while of bickering and lost phone connections, we concluded to meet at the cube in Astor Place.
All 4 of us met with him, and began walking around St.Mark’s Place. Molly and Mike parted with us, while us other 3 continued our path around the village. It was nice to talk to Dan. I could tell that he was a massive stress ball and a little bit on the fritzy side (hear the sarcasm….a little bit?), but he was calming down towards the end of our time together. Craig and I left him at the subway station, and got some Jamba Juice. Mmm Mmm.
We met up with Molly and Mike at a new little place over by school called Cafetasia. I got Pad Thai (of course), we split a calamari, and it was a wonderful (and cheap) meal. After that, some more loitering in stores, and then I brought Craig to Penn Station for his train to New Rochelle. We get there to find out he actually needed Grand Central, so he ran to a cab.
Andy called me and told me to meet him at Madison Square Garden (how convenient). As I walked to meet up with him, Rob called me and told me to go to a party that he was at so we could see each other. Okay, I thought, a nice little get-together should be neat. Andy and I walked and gossiped all the way to the place.
At this apartment, we could not get a hold of Rob so we did not know which apartment number to buzz. Luckily, a strand of guys our age (by our age, I mean around 20, since Andy’s an old man ;)…) came to the gates and let us in. Assuming this is the crowd we wanted, we followed them right to an apartment where the parents were greeting us at the door. It must be kosher, right?
Walk down the stairs of this NICE apartment, and we realize this shin dig is something as close to a, underage kegger in the city as possible. And it was all males (save a few females with questionable dispositions). But where, oh where, was Rob? Ah, there he is…talking to that person……. completely wasted. Wonderful.
He comes over and starts talking to us, we laugh for a second, and off he goes. Andy and I giggle about his ADD-ness, and continue to watch the awkward party around us unfold. We commented on how young the kids were (I’m so used to hanging out with people older than me that I’ve grown accustomed to thinking that anyone my age is young.), and observed some extremely amusing sights around us. Rob came back to us, slightly more sloshed, and started hitting on us. That’s odd, right? But why is he trying to rip off my shirt? And WHY ON EARTH is he all of a sudden molesting (oh, I mean hardcore full-handedly molested) Andy?! Completely confused, and partially frightened, Andy and I agreed to ditch the party if a DJ starts playing. And a DJ does start playing. We leave, laughing hysterically. *Andy, I’m keeping the conversation to us, because I think it could never be truly redeemed in writing.*
We walk around for a bit, hit up Times Square, and decided (stupidly) to go get some dessert at Maxie’s. The a la mode cheesecakes we ordered (I ordered the Triple Chocolate Brownie, Andy had the Apple something something), though glorious, were GINORMOUS!!!!!! I’ve never thought that a dessert was going to rip me apart like these did! We rolled ourselves out, and crawled back to our designated sleeping zones.
Molly had some friends over, and the room was a little smoky, so I read for a few hours until they went out for a late night walk.
On Sunday, I didn’t get much sleep. Dad woke me up via phone to make me call the apartment girls again, and to let me know they were going to be at the Renaissance in Time Square soon. The girl I would be subletting for told me that she’d be back at 6pm, but I couldn’t meet my potential roommate today. I got up, met up with Craig at Grand Central, walked to the Renaissance, and made Mom go out to get a wonderful 6th street Indian Lunch. I ate soooo much this weekend!
We walked around Prince Street and the West Village to kill time. James called me, which made me ecstatic.
Craig and I went to go see the sublet in Battery Park. It is exquisite! The girl was bubbly and eager to let me see the whole place and plan out our subletting. I put down first month’s rent, and I agreed to come back in the city 2 weeks later to meet the other one and finalize the deal. Craig was/is jealous.
A long drive home was accomplished by me as Craig slept and Mom talked with me.
When we ended up at the parents’ hotel, my Dad brought us to eat at some ritzy hotel restaurant. We talked about music, business, France, my sublet….and I ate one of the magnificently tasting and ludicrously filling lunches ever; a shrimp burger. It is what it claims to be…it is a burger made out of packed shrimp. Delicious.
Craig and I waited to hit up the LIRR to get into the city finally, and we got into Penn Station probably around 4pm. We took the subway up to 50th street and walked to Molly’s apartment over in Hell’s Kitchen (I stayed at hers for the night, while Craig went to a friend’s in New Rochelle). Her apartment was absolutely adorable. She had a friend over, Mike, and we talked for a while only for the boys to conclude that they wanted to go to Guitar Center over near Union Square. Alright, we went.
As we’re in Guitar Center, my friend Rob (whom I was supposed to eat dinner with) called me to let me know that he had a few parties to go to, and he was eating dinner with his brother, but that he still planned on meeting up with me sometime. Right, sure. Frustration was quickly lurking. And Danny called to let me know that he wanted to see me as soon as possible, but he didn’t have a lot of time to kill, and that he wanted me to plan out an agenda for us. Having not been in the city for over 6 months, I insisted that we just meet up and walk around because I couldn’t remember for the life of me what there was to do specifically. After a while of bickering and lost phone connections, we concluded to meet at the cube in Astor Place.
All 4 of us met with him, and began walking around St.Mark’s Place. Molly and Mike parted with us, while us other 3 continued our path around the village. It was nice to talk to Dan. I could tell that he was a massive stress ball and a little bit on the fritzy side (hear the sarcasm….a little bit?), but he was calming down towards the end of our time together. Craig and I left him at the subway station, and got some Jamba Juice. Mmm Mmm.
We met up with Molly and Mike at a new little place over by school called Cafetasia. I got Pad Thai (of course), we split a calamari, and it was a wonderful (and cheap) meal. After that, some more loitering in stores, and then I brought Craig to Penn Station for his train to New Rochelle. We get there to find out he actually needed Grand Central, so he ran to a cab.
Andy called me and told me to meet him at Madison Square Garden (how convenient). As I walked to meet up with him, Rob called me and told me to go to a party that he was at so we could see each other. Okay, I thought, a nice little get-together should be neat. Andy and I walked and gossiped all the way to the place.
At this apartment, we could not get a hold of Rob so we did not know which apartment number to buzz. Luckily, a strand of guys our age (by our age, I mean around 20, since Andy’s an old man ;)…) came to the gates and let us in. Assuming this is the crowd we wanted, we followed them right to an apartment where the parents were greeting us at the door. It must be kosher, right?
Walk down the stairs of this NICE apartment, and we realize this shin dig is something as close to a, underage kegger in the city as possible. And it was all males (save a few females with questionable dispositions). But where, oh where, was Rob? Ah, there he is…talking to that person……. completely wasted. Wonderful.
He comes over and starts talking to us, we laugh for a second, and off he goes. Andy and I giggle about his ADD-ness, and continue to watch the awkward party around us unfold. We commented on how young the kids were (I’m so used to hanging out with people older than me that I’ve grown accustomed to thinking that anyone my age is young.), and observed some extremely amusing sights around us. Rob came back to us, slightly more sloshed, and started hitting on us. That’s odd, right? But why is he trying to rip off my shirt? And WHY ON EARTH is he all of a sudden molesting (oh, I mean hardcore full-handedly molested) Andy?! Completely confused, and partially frightened, Andy and I agreed to ditch the party if a DJ starts playing. And a DJ does start playing. We leave, laughing hysterically. *Andy, I’m keeping the conversation to us, because I think it could never be truly redeemed in writing.*
We walk around for a bit, hit up Times Square, and decided (stupidly) to go get some dessert at Maxie’s. The a la mode cheesecakes we ordered (I ordered the Triple Chocolate Brownie, Andy had the Apple something something), though glorious, were GINORMOUS!!!!!! I’ve never thought that a dessert was going to rip me apart like these did! We rolled ourselves out, and crawled back to our designated sleeping zones.
Molly had some friends over, and the room was a little smoky, so I read for a few hours until they went out for a late night walk.
On Sunday, I didn’t get much sleep. Dad woke me up via phone to make me call the apartment girls again, and to let me know they were going to be at the Renaissance in Time Square soon. The girl I would be subletting for told me that she’d be back at 6pm, but I couldn’t meet my potential roommate today. I got up, met up with Craig at Grand Central, walked to the Renaissance, and made Mom go out to get a wonderful 6th street Indian Lunch. I ate soooo much this weekend!
We walked around Prince Street and the West Village to kill time. James called me, which made me ecstatic.
Craig and I went to go see the sublet in Battery Park. It is exquisite! The girl was bubbly and eager to let me see the whole place and plan out our subletting. I put down first month’s rent, and I agreed to come back in the city 2 weeks later to meet the other one and finalize the deal. Craig was/is jealous.
A long drive home was accomplished by me as Craig slept and Mom talked with me.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Settling In Moreso
I finished my scrapbook on my semester abroad!
I have 2 part-time office jobs now.
The morning job is at North Andover Trust Corp, a finance firm. Finance. One of the classes I dreaded the most. And I'm working with it, now. God is funny. But I'm working on a direct marketing campaign, so it's not so bad. My boss, Michael P, is such a sweet old guy. It's just us 2 in the office, and you can tell he's never had anyone else in the office with him. He buys me water, Kleenex for when I'm sick, tries to cater to my every need. So nice.
The afternoon job is at Watts Regulator, a water supply firm. Mom got me a nice little job here at her workplace, only I'm in a completely different department. I'm working as a clerical gopher in the claims department. Yes, I get to touch defected water pipes. It's wonderful. Mind numbing work.
I am trying to continue my gymrat ways, but it's hard to do with work, chores, and people.
I've hermitted myself quite a bit more this summer. But I think a lot of it is due to the fact that, lately, I have been feeling:
1) a lack of interest in big groups of people
2) more interested in reading
3) too busy to bother other people
4) too tired to bother myself
It's ok, I like people, still. I'll hang out. It's just....I'm not making much of an effort.
Scott surprised me this week by coming into town. It made my week. I love that boy so much. He got really tan working at Lake Compounce, CT! And he's always more and more fit. That boy...my little boy's growing up!!! I'm verclempt.
We watched High School The Musical. We laughed the whole way through.
Going into NYC this weekend with Craig to look at a sublet I really want to use for fall semester. It's in Battery Park, in a high rise. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE....
While I'm there, I'll probably be staying at Molly's. I love how when I go in for less than 36 hours, everyone wants to plan something with me. I may have to say "maybe next time". How unlike me!
I have been cleaning the house like mad. I'm trying to get rid of all of the excess junk we don't really need. It's difficult to do with our house and my lack of time. But hey! Baby steps...
I've been talking to this nice Berklee alumn online. He helped save me from a hideous internship experience via Myspace, and we have hit it off afterwards, too. It's a shame he's moving 2.5 hours away.
I have 2 part-time office jobs now.
The morning job is at North Andover Trust Corp, a finance firm. Finance. One of the classes I dreaded the most. And I'm working with it, now. God is funny. But I'm working on a direct marketing campaign, so it's not so bad. My boss, Michael P, is such a sweet old guy. It's just us 2 in the office, and you can tell he's never had anyone else in the office with him. He buys me water, Kleenex for when I'm sick, tries to cater to my every need. So nice.
The afternoon job is at Watts Regulator, a water supply firm. Mom got me a nice little job here at her workplace, only I'm in a completely different department. I'm working as a clerical gopher in the claims department. Yes, I get to touch defected water pipes. It's wonderful. Mind numbing work.
I am trying to continue my gymrat ways, but it's hard to do with work, chores, and people.
I've hermitted myself quite a bit more this summer. But I think a lot of it is due to the fact that, lately, I have been feeling:
1) a lack of interest in big groups of people
2) more interested in reading
3) too busy to bother other people
4) too tired to bother myself
It's ok, I like people, still. I'll hang out. It's just....I'm not making much of an effort.
Scott surprised me this week by coming into town. It made my week. I love that boy so much. He got really tan working at Lake Compounce, CT! And he's always more and more fit. That boy...my little boy's growing up!!! I'm verclempt.
We watched High School The Musical. We laughed the whole way through.
Going into NYC this weekend with Craig to look at a sublet I really want to use for fall semester. It's in Battery Park, in a high rise. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE....
While I'm there, I'll probably be staying at Molly's. I love how when I go in for less than 36 hours, everyone wants to plan something with me. I may have to say "maybe next time". How unlike me!
I have been cleaning the house like mad. I'm trying to get rid of all of the excess junk we don't really need. It's difficult to do with our house and my lack of time. But hey! Baby steps...
I've been talking to this nice Berklee alumn online. He helped save me from a hideous internship experience via Myspace, and we have hit it off afterwards, too. It's a shame he's moving 2.5 hours away.
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