Fast Break

Just a few notes I would like to make before I leave for NYC this weekend....

• "Happily N'Ever After": Watch this movie ONLY if you have very young children. Otherwise, you might feel like God is punishing you for something you've done in the past.


• "My Boys": My life. In a nutshell. Basically, that's me in, say, 7 years from now, or so...


• "Dreamgirls "Soundtrack: I've been howling to that CD for roughly a week now.


• This job: Needs to end soon...


• Preparing for France: I have to translate my birth certificate into french. Feel free to laugh along with me.


• The Beach: I thoroughly enjoyed the scene where Leonardo DiCaprio has started to go crazy (from lack of human contact) and imagines himself in a video game. It might very well be one of my ultime favorite scenes in any movie. I have felt like that before, too...


• This weekend: Is FREAKING me out because I have it booked by the hour. Literally.


• The cold: Is slowing my metabolism down, and making me sluggish, and thus making me pack on some hibernation pounds. WHICH I'M NOT OK WITH!


• Crèpes: Are a lot harder to make than you'd think. The batter kind of lumps together in places on the pan. Instead of being a super smooth, flat piece, it is more pancakey and, well, ugly.


• Phone calls: EVERYONE calls me on the same days. It's like there's some kind of subconscious message being emitted from my mind and reaching all of my friends to call me within a very small time frame.


• At home: Everyone else is at school, or in school, and I'm getting rather lonely. Or, as Kim Jung Il might say, "I'm so ronery...."

Cleaning Up Shop

So, I should probably fill people in on what current events befell me over the past few days. As briefly as possible.

We had our Chamber Choir concert last Friday. And the parents stayed in the city to see it.
It went really well! We sang a handful of chamber music, and some not-so-chamber music (i.e. The Beach Boys). I had to conduct the Jabberwocky song because Noah was playing the piano for us all. But we had a pretty good show up, and we sang well. We recorded it, and Darrell's making us all CDs (to be sold online sometime?) of the show. It's all very exciting.
I am so glad I'm in chamber singers right now. This semester has been wonderful, and with our newer members, we have a really powerful connection between all of us. The very first practice this semester proved that not only were we good singers, but we had some really strong bond/love for each other. I love them all.

Saturday, Mom&Dad brought Aaron, Neil, and I out to dinner at this really nice place called Pietro's. I got the swordfish, and the boys got steaks. It was a good time, and my parents approve of my choice in friends. The boys seemed to enjoy the time, too. And we ate too much. We slowly walked back to the subway.
I got home 10 minutes before I started hosting my Chambers after-party. Darrell came over early to help me get ready for it. Unfortunately, only half of us were over, but we still had a blast of a time together. As always. Twister, Photobooth, politics, and SINGING! Lots of singing. My lord......we made a bit of a mess, so Darrell stayed over to help me clean up in the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday, the parents offed back home, while I went to work on homework with my class groups. And, though I had had 2 hours of sleep, I went with Dad's assistant Robin to a concert of the "U2 of Pakistan/India", Ali Azmat. We enjoyed it, he was REALLY GOOD! But we both were so tired that we agreed to go home early.

Tuesday, I had 2 final tests, 1 final paper, and a final presentation. It was a long day. I aced French, did either alright or failed Business Law (I doubt the latter), and my paper/presentation group did really well (above average) on both the paper and powerpoints. Good job, us!
Danie came over for dinner, where we feasted on pasta with Tequilla/lime-sauce. It was delicious.

Wednesday was crazy. I ran uptown to do a focus group with this start-up SoSauce. It is a really cool group of NYU-grads who are making a new blogging site (sorry, Blogger). I think they've got some good ideas, and the guy that I talked with was really great. We had a good conversation for about an hour.
I then grabbed tea with Emily from Chambers. We talked about boys, and England, pre-biz minors, and other assorted joys. Good times, I'll miss her a lot.
Then, I quickly ran up to meet Liz from french class for tea at Think. We also talked about boys, and school, and we just chatted. She's a darling girl.
THEN, I ran into Dan right before going home. We ended up getting coffee, too. And we talked about stuff. He called me a player, and I resented it. It was a busy day.

Thursday we had a Chambers E-board meeting. There's a lot of things we have to do before I leave for Paris. Oie vay.
I then studied my brains out with Jean-Claude and Mariam (at different times) for global econ. Long, long day. Mariam and I ended up at her apartment, eating Chocolate Sorbet, talking about what we need to do when I come back. She gave me a holiday gift, and I love her for it. I have come to realize I know wonderful people.

Friday was my global econ final. It was a decent final. I think I did my best on it. My phone rang off the hook (vibrate, ahem) during the whole final. The last call was my friend Rob who was sitting next to me during the final but left early. He was just calling to make me more embarassed during the test. Nice guy.
I grabbed dinner with Neil and Dan. They always have an interesting debate with each other, but this time I just wasn't into it, so I just enjoyed their company while spacing out.
Darrell came over afterwards and we made mac 'n cheese. It was REALLY GOOD, but way too rich. Heart-attack quality. Oie, my arteries. Emily kept on calling me for fashion help during our cooking, so really Darrell cooked it all. Good job to him, he's got me impressed. The rest of the night we talked about it all. It was a good night, and morning.

The Yesterday, Aaron and I ended up in Brooklyn at Grand Army Plaza, and walked around the park, relishing in the green open space. We headed back after a while and went to Lemongrass for dinner. I made him go see 2 movies later; The Holiday, and The Departed (which I'd already seen). The first one was the perfect chick flick for me right then and there, and the latter? Well, it's still good.

Today (Sunday), I walked around for a while. I talked on the phone with some people. I grabbed coffee with Matt Dell, and it was great to see him and hear what he's up to right now. He's got quite the interesting life, I must say.
Craig and Alex H. came over for dinner, to help me finish the mac 'n cheese. They joked around with me, Craig left early, and Alex & I watched Y Tu Maman Tambien. Once again, a good movie. He just left after a raher large talk, and I'm tired and ready to go to bed. NIGHT!

Happy Birthday, James!

James came in very early Friday morning (his 21st birthday). Luckily, he wanted to nap as soon as he got here, so I could sleep some more.
When we both agreed to wake up, we decided to sally forth outside. We were trying to find a DMV on Greenwich Street (which apparently exists, but we absolutely could not find), but ended up walking all the way up to campus. Since we were at campus, I grabbed my sneakers at Coles so we could jog together. I also made James go to Whole Foods to grab a heap of groceries for his birthday dinner party that I was cooking for. Lots of food. We got into an interesting conversation with our cashier...apparently he was only working for the hell of it. He had plenty of cash and investments, but he liked working for the sake of human interactions, and such. It was an interesting tale.
I got home to realize I had missed my very important meeting with my advisor about studying in Paris! I called and beseeched her, and she found mercy on me. I ran to campus for a meeting (at which I found out that I'm over credits, and not only do I have enough credits to graduate on time, but I have the ability to graduate a semester early if so feeling inclined). Oh, stress cometh!
The dinner was nice. 7 of us gathered around (after my manic cooking festivities). I was the only female around. The men lavished me with compliments on my fabulous cooking abilities and wonderful hostess skills. Loved it. And Steve, James' old roommate, took out his shaman rattle, and we took a journey with our animal guides. It was very interesting, and I think it really added to the party.
I journeyed to a place in the White Mountains I went to when I was in middle school. There was a large lake with a shining moon lighting it up, in a large open surrounded by forest and mountains. In the middle of the lake I saw a naked woman with long brown hair standing above the water. There were fish swimming up towards her. She was telling me to get into the water, but I kept refusing the proposition....when I was going to finally give into her orders, Steve brought us back out of our journeys. I'm very interested in it what that could have been all about.
After dinner, James, Neil, & I made the mistake of going to see "Let's Go to Prison". Mistake.

Saturday was a late morning for James and me. We woke up around noon and got ready to go visit his old suitemates in Brooklyn. It was a fun afternoon of guitar playing, singing, art showing, and poetry reading.
When we got back to my place, we agreed to go for a run outside. We ran up around City Hall, over towards Battery Park, and around the tip until we returned to my place. It was a nice run, and James told me I was a good runner (way to make me excited!!!).
Afterwards, James, Dan, & I went to the NY Comedy Club. We laughed, and we didn't laugh. Perhaps 60% of the show was good and funny. The rest was forgettable. Though, most of the comics picked up the fact that I was with 2, not 1, men. One assumed I was going out with Dan, one with James, and one assumed I was having sex with both! I laughed at that, hard.
Neil met up with us afterwards and we hit up a sake bar for a huge dinner and a 4-hour political/social debate. Ah, it was like old times. I was in my element. We got home around 5am.

On Sunday I had to wake up early to go to school for some meetings. Long, long meetings. And I had to run a Chambers rehearsal, which was slightly frustrating.
Then I met up with the 3 boys to go to a Japanese Tea House for a tea ceremony. It was very interesting to watch the woman go through the meticulous movements. And it was very relaxing. The tea was excellent.
We went nextdoor for some sushi and sashimi. Aaron met up with us, and we returned to the Tea House for some more tea, only without the ceremony. James and I got into a physics discussion and its role with the uncertainties in the universe, as well as God, and morality. Very intense. Aaron and Dan got in an argument about morals, too...but on a different level than us.
Afterwards, James and I went back to my place to sleep. We ended up getting into a Kim-needs-to-vent-and-tell-her-emotions-to-James conversation. He only had 2 hours of sleep. Bless that boy.
I love my boys. They are my home away from......life.

The More You Know

The Bad News - I failed at making a stir fry. A stir fry!
The Good News - I have learned one of the key distinctions between stir fry and stew: tomatoes. Ladies and gentlemen, if you do not wish to slurp your stir fry, do yourself a favor and omit any tomato ingredients from the recipe.

Yesterday my boss at job #2 took me and my 2 other coworkers out for lunch. We went to Lee Chen's down the road from the office. It's a cute little sit-down Chinese restaurant, more upscale than a buffet, not so fancy that you can't wear jeans. And the food is very good. I got steamed stuff, and wonton soup.
It's funny because my coworkers are no less than 10 years older than me. All of them. So, here I am, eating lunch and talking (more listening than talking, actually) with these much older people, as if I'm their equal of some sort. I felt very old, yet terribly young à la même fois. I was kind of suspended in this quasi-reality all lunch. Then back at work, all was normal again.
The day before at job #2 the office (Michelle's) I work in had file boxes taking up all of the extra space. The file storage company came in a few days earlier, and the boxes were all gone by yesterday. It was kind of sad; the boxes made the office more busy looking. I joked with Michelle at how she could have used the boxes to make a wall in front of her desk as a barricade....like in the French Revolution. She could wear a berét and the ruffled french bourgeoisie outfit, look over the side of the boxes, swear in french, throw something at people outside of the office, and then hide again behind the wall. She laughed at the idea. Probably because she would do it, if she knew french...and had the hat.

Late last night (by late, I mean 10pm....because I'm an old working woman) Shivangi, Vivek, Nimesh, and 2 other people I don't know came over. We decided to join up Erin & Jesse (and other kids I don't know) at Erin's house for a bonfire. At first, Vivek didn't quite understand that "bonfire" doesn't necessarily mean (for us suburban preps) riots and hillish mounds of stuff being lit on fire. He's a BU student, cut him some slack, right?
We got there and made smores in the campfire and talked. We talked about Bob Sagat, Pluto's demotion to a "dwarf planet", tea, war, college, and other assorted joys. We were kind of loud, but no one told us to quiet down. It was a nice night, fire and all.

Today is my last day of work. Thank goodness!

Quasi-Reunions

Friday night after the gym (and after finishing "The Pirates!") I went to Dany's house for a little party. I haven't seen Dany, nor our group of friends (be it churchies or the Fellowship), for probably a year straight. I love that I've known these kids for so long, and so well, that I can see them after a year and it's almost like we've never missed each other. I saw a bunch of old faces, and a few surprise-faces. It was a nice night with them.
Dany's younger sister was also participating in party-ing with her friends. Because they were all high schoolers, though, and Dany & us were all college kids or already out of college, the groups segregated themselves...the high schoolers fooled around downstairs, while us older kids (and the parents) talked upstairs.
I've never realized the true value of the game Apples to Apples until that night. Roughly 20 of us older kids huddled together on the couch and played it for at LEAST a good hour and a half or so. After we finished the game, we just chilled out in the kitchen and talked. Like old people. Reminisced about when we were younger; filling in each other about our current status and plans; updating people on others who weren't there. And I felt slightly out of the loop because I hadn't seen them in so long, and I'm awkward anyways...but they (for the most part) kept me included, like always. I love them.

Saturday, I impulsively drove up to Maine to visit Jessica over in Ocean Park. The town is adorably miniscule...and looks like something straight out of a 1930's picture from the Saturday Evening Post. You can only drive at a slow crawl through the town. They've got all of 3 shops down there, a shuffleball court, and one is an ice cream shop called the Soda Fountain. The houses are all small, and the ones in the center of town are all white. And it's right on the beach, which is the highlight of it all.
After 2-hour traffic, I joined Jess on the beach for a few hours. We lazed and soaked in some sun. We talked a bit, caught up, girl talked, talked about books. Tyler (her brother) and a bunch of their friends joined us behind their house. They're funny kids. A lot of them were Canadian. Scott called, and I put him on speakerphone so Jess and I could both talk to him for a while.
We went out to grab some dinner at a local diner, and grabbed some DVDs at some local video shop. We also stopped by the Soda Fountain (with the entire town in line before us) and grabbed ice cream (frozen yogurt for us lactose intolerants). I didn't watch the movies with them because I had to drive home.

Sunday was low-key. I think I bruised the bone in my left foot, which is sad. I grilled some steaks (which the grill decided to engulf in a sea of flames...charbroiled it is) and we had a summery dinner. Jaynie and Giard stopped by for a while and we chilled outside. We concluded that I talk too much.

Uneventful

I worked out Friday night extra long and met up with my parents at The Loft for lobsters.

I went shopping with Mom on Saturday for new gym clothes that fit and cute flip flops.
I felt extra cute, so I wore a skirt, for once!
I barbequed some chicken kebabs for the family.
I went to Craig's house, where I made him brownies, he recorded me some music, and we watched "V for Vendetta". The film was alright, I feel that the directors could have done a lot more with the idea of the film, but it was still enjoyable.

Sunday was a long day. Went to the gym, cleaned the kitchen, and my room. Started studying french. Read some. Grocery shopped. Made catfish for dinner with pesto from scratch (highlight of day). I wore sweats all day.
I reminisced some about pre-middle school years.

I really hope Ido doesn't move to Israel now....

Girls' Night

First things first...
I went to the ENT yesterday for an allergy test. I was sooo nervous, thinking it was going to be all bloodwork and stuff. If you have ever heard of my past experiences with needles in some blood-taking events, you'd know why I'd be dreading it so much.
I get into the room, and the lady tells me that I'll have 32 scratch tests on me. Oh lord, 32 tests? Are those needles??? No, to my pleasant surprise, I didn't need any blood taken, or any needles going through my skin. Basically, they take these little plastic ends and roll them on your arm. Not too bad. But my arm was as itchy as all hell for 20 minutes. That means I'm allergic to something.
Results: I'm allergic to 1 type of grass, 3 types of weeds, and 1 type of tree. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm allergic to plants. Plain and simple. And these allergic plants of mine happen to be very popular in the New England region. The best part is that these plants all blossom at different times of the year, so the only months where I'm not allergic are January through March...which is when cold season starts. YESSSSSS....

Shivangi came over with a bunch of Indian herbs and whatnots to make soup with. I can't remember the exact name of the soup, but it was simple and easy. While we were attempting to cook, and manage a pressure cooker that was slightly broken, Penny came over. And Dominique, whom I haven't seen in probably a year or so, showed up, too! It was like a family reunion!
We finished the soup and, upon inspection, concluded that it was safe to eat. It was gone within 5 minutes, as was half a loaf of hearty grain bread.
Upon the fiasco that happens when us girls get together, we giggled and talked like a bunch of high school girls all over again. It was really nice to be with a bunch of girls that know me too well and be all girly for a while. I haven't laughed so hard in a while.
Penny decided to make us all lie on the floor and take pictures. It was an hour of rolling on the floor laughing, not understanding the correct legistics of taking pictures upside-down. We wanted one picture....we ended up with 59. Amazing.
I'm glad to have girlfriends like that, where we cannot for the life of us be awkward or uncomfortable with each other. It's the kind of thing where you feel like life is, in fact, a movie.
I posted all of the pictures of the night on my Webshots. Feel free to laugh out loud at us, because Lord knows we're still laughing at ourselves.

Summer Weekend

This weekend I actually was at home! Shocking, I know, I was surprised too. The only reason why I think I stayed around was because of Scott. Scott came home for Thursday night and most of Friday, so I made it my point to see him as much as I could before he drove back to CT. Jesse came over when Scott was at home, and we made Ghiradelli Brownies from scratch (Actually, Jesse did most of the baking....who knew he could cook?). You know, the extra gooey ones with the chocolate chips in the middle that make them ever more crunchy and good? Delicious.
So I realized I'm probably lactose intolerant. That was fun.

Saturday, I decided I really wanted to go somewhere. So, I put on a summer dress, told my mom to get in the car, and we drove up to Portsmouth, NH. Parked at Strawberry Bank, but did not actually go into the museum because it was sweltering outside. Instead, I went to the waterfront and read for a while. I got sunburned, which is both nice and bad. Afterwards, we hit up the downtown area and shopped. Bought too many CDs at Bullmoose Music(Stadium Arcadium, Ganging Up On The Sun, Senor Blue...), bought novel gnome magnets at Marco Polo, and whatnot and what have you. Splurged at lunch at some cantina place. It was a good day.
Shivangi came over later that night and we scurried off to Blockbuster to find a flick to watch. We aren't in there for 5 minutes and some employee comes over and gets ALL UP IN OUR GRILLS! I mean, this guy was just in our faces, trying to help us get a movie to watch. Nice guy, very much, and was all enthusiastic about helping us, but it really kind of freaed us out. I can't explain it well, but he was all over the place! Shivangi giggled the entire time, and we just humored him as he ranted off his favorite movies. I made the mistake of bringing up that I used to work for a New Line company, Lord help me. He finally left us to our devices, where we promptly put away all of the movies he recommended, and picked up "Sideways" in the end. They didn't have "Clockwork Orange". Shivangi is determined that the guy was hitting on me because he was so eager to help out, and basically only talked to me, but I'm pretty sure that it was just because I kept giving him responses while she giggled.
We ended up putting on the movie, but not watching it. We girl talked instead. Ah, the things we girls do.

Sunday was supposed to be Penny and my romantic day at the beach, but she never picked up her phone, which depressed me immensely, but I carry on. I had to mow our hideous lawn, anyways. 2-hours of fun-filled grass covering every inch of my skin (and eyes), sunburning on my sunburn, and trying to push a broken, disgruntled lawn mower up a 50+ degree incline.
After the swearing and kicking inanimate objects, I showered and concluded to escape the cave which can be considered my house. I did not know where to go on a 95F Sunday afternoon, since most things were closing early, and it was too hot to commiserate outside. Thinking fast, I hit up Panera, bought an iced green tea, and read "The Kite Runner" (which, so far, is pretty awesome) for a few hours. When they closed, I transfered over to Starbucks to read for another hour.
My girlfriend Becky called me then. She is leaving for China today, so wanted to see me, and half of Andover, before she left. So I met up with her and some other kids at Bertucci's for a dinner out. Shivangi (a hostess there) sat us, and gave us a free tiramisu. I overate a lot. Rolled out of the restaurant and cooled off at Becky's house for a while, and slept.

And now boss #1 is breathing down my neck, so I'm going to leave thy vain bibble babble, bibble babble...

Cuddle Parties

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?

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.

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?

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.