I spent my last 2 hours and fifty minutes in a classroom on Cinco de Mayo. It would have been ten minutes less, but my professor wanted to keep us late to talk about Aristotle. But the fact of the matter remains – I never have to enter another classroom again. Yes, I still have two courses left to complete for my degree, but I won’t be entering a classroom to complete them. It is a minor victory, but a victory all the same.
My final two classes are electives that I can take in Spring 2009. I intend for them to be an independent study and an internship. Which is why I’m taking an intensive Spanish class when I arrive in Lima this summer. Something about the fact that all Peruvians speak Spanish…
Since the last time I wrote, I also failed a couple of things (not class – three more A’s, thank you very much!): the State Department Foreign Service WRITTEN exam (that was a first for me) and the Boren Fellowship (my application was not selected). My neighbors are going to cohost a FAIL Party with me, since Katie also failed the FS exam. We’re thinking mid-week, and we’re thinking lots of bubbly. And in case you’re overly concerned, don’t worry, it’s not as big a deal as getting that B+ in stats last semester which totally ruined my 4.0 GPA and made me cry. I am still upset about that grade, but the FS exam and the fellowship are hardly a blip on my radar. Neither outcome is affecting my next steps in life anyway.
So, what is next, you ask? Well, let me just plonk myself right down and tell you! To start, my little sister, Preyasha, graduates from UVA on Sunday. Which means that da’ Momma and San are currently fighting traffic to get to DC. They are crashing at my house until Tuesday. We only have to make that hellacious trip out to Charlottesville on Sunday, so the rest of the weekend will be spent eating, eating and eating. Oh, and da’ Momma will be snuggling with her favorite grandchild, Grace.
Then I have two days to clean and re-sort the condo before all hell breaks loose and the entirety of UPenn class of ’01 comes to stay. I’m housing Michelle, Tom, Nicole and Mel (and Estee, once she makes up her mind!), and we have a bunch of wedding and non-wedding stuff to attend. Melanie and Johnny will be representing Florida over at Andrew’s pad, Lisa will be representing Philly (can I get a woot-woot?) over at Ben’s, and Eric will be representing Colorado (in all it’s hippie-ness), also at Ben’s. It will be kind of like our Vegas trip in ’05 (was it really three years ago???), only it’ll be called Reunion ’08. Let the good times (and the bribery photos) begin…
Shortly thereafter I am traveling with Marilyn to visit Eric in Colorado and then things should roll down-hill from there. I finally decided to forsake my Peace Corps dreams to be with my “family” because I feel that I can make a Peace-Corps-like experience happen in Lima – and still be surrounded by the ones I love (not to mention my stuff)! So once June rolls around, I’m quitting my job, packing up the condo, picking up a renter, making the last rounds with my DC crew, visiting my family in MA (and some friends along the way – hiya NYC crew!), visiting Anthony’s family in NC, and then driving to Miami (and probably meeting up with friends in the greater FL-state area) to catch our flight.
So really, nothing much is happening in my life. As things progress, I will try to keep you informed though…
Friday, May 16, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
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| You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge, however you rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry. You get overwhelmed by too much noise and commotion and do not like thrill-seeking activities. You prefer facts over fantasy and are more interested in what is happening in the real word. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others, however you do not particularly like helping other people. Requests for help feel like an imposition on your time. You are well-organized and like to live according to routines and schedules. Often you will keep lists and make plans. |
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But whoever said I was normal?
Normally, when I go on vacation and have a really great time, the first thing I do when I get back is clean up my six thousand or so photos (thank you, Photoshop) and post them on the internet for all to mock. Then the second thing I do is write about it here.
So, since I didn’t immediately sit down to my computer and type out a few words after my trip to New York over Spring Break, but instead sat on my lazy arse and did nothing but watch movies for the rest of my school-free days, Martha totally called me on it. She’s all like, why aren’t you posting? If I can find the time between my Microbiology midterm and my three other exams to blog for the world, so can you.
You can basically say that she’s guilted me into this. That damn girl and all her peer pressure…
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, New York. Two weekends ago, I was in New York. The basic outline went a little like this:
Friday: arrive way too early to hang out with my girls and spend a couple hours wandering
around the West Side waterfront, talking to my mom and reading Becoming Jane Austen, before meeting with one Dave “I’ve got a new job that includes – get this! – benefits!!” K. for lunch. Eat at Chelsea Market, and have some non-Jewish stranger butt into our conversation because I couldn’t remember the word “yenta” (yeah, who knew I could work that into conversation?) and then call Dave out for not being Jewish enough to remember it himself. Then said stranger immediately begins making out with his girlfriend. Totally awesome lunchtime entertainment.
Then Dave shows me his cubicle in one building, and the front door of his office in the company’s other building. I saw walls made out of hockey pucks and tennis balls. And then I see how adorable Dave is, because he wallpapered his cubicle with pictures of his Penn friends. Awwwwww…
Pick up Mel at Penn Station and cab our way to Estee’s place. Eat again, this time at Café Arte, where one kid butts into our private conversation about Batman and then pukes in his napkin, and another kid stands behind Mel and Estee, staring vacantly at a mural on the wall behind our table. She doesn’t even respond when I start talking to her. Very weird, but didn’t even remotely slow down our eating of all things Italian and drinking of all things wine.
Saturday: beginning of the end for all the edible cheese of Manhattan. Eat cheese for breakfast.
Stand in TKTS line, pass on partially obstructed views of Spring Awakening, and let Mel talk us into A Chorus Line. Eat at Juniors for second breakfast (yes, we’re hobbits). Have cheesy grits. Yum. Play at Dave & Buster’s – both Mel and Estee kick my sorry bum at the basketball game, we all score some major ticketage at the trivia game, I royally suck at skeeball, Estee and I are amused by Mel’s dance/stomp moves, and then we turn in our apparently miniscule number of tickets to get two Care Bears for Estee’s twin cousins. Then I watch Estee, who clearly works too much, sleep through A Chorus Line. But she tells me she loved it. Mel sings songs from A Chorus Line for the rest of the weekend.
Next we attempt to find this wine bar in Estee’s neighborhood by calling the concierge at one of the Times Square hotels that Mel has pre-programmed into her phone. As expected, without knowing the name or location of said establishment, we and our new concierge friend are completely unsuccessful. However, Estee saves the day by using her Blackberry for good. We find a great place on West 54th called Casellula’s, where we feast on (you guessed it)
cheese, meats, beet salad, and wine. It was glorious.
Our evening was spent making fun of Mel for her crush on Daniel Radcliffe while watching Harry Potter 5. Oh yeah, and eating cheese pizza from this awesome pizza parlour across the street from Estee’s apartment (Estee, you SO need to send me the name of that place so I can tell all my friends about it).
Sunday: Our only reason for climbing out of bed was to eat brunch at Josie’s (well, Estee had Hebrew lessons, too, so she got up at the buttcrack of dawn – ON A SUNDAY). Mel and I are mysteriously the only people to arrive on time (15 minutes early if it must be known) for a one-o’clock brunch. Knowing that Josie’s doesn’t
take reservations, we (wrongly) assumed that everyone would be on time to get a table – because they don’t seat parties until everyone has arrived. So Estee makes it to the restaurant around 1ish, but the boys, well, they weren’t even close. Jordan was fifteen minutes late, and just as we convinced the waitress to seat us at 1:30PM even though we weren’t all there, our own little New York socialite, David R., makes an appearance. Apparently the party was ready to start.
I think we gave Estee the best brunch of her life, because our conversation broke all barriers of the PC world. We talked religion, politics, and racism. The racism comes in when we learned that Mel’s law school actually makes minority students take a type of Ms. Manners course. She tried to explain it to be far less prejudicial, and claim all sorts of excuses on their behalf, but we find it really adorable that her school wants her to fit in so much that they’re willing to teach her how to wash her hands before eating and other such handy tidbits. In fact, she even taught us a thing or two about “work hugs” and the “work kiss.” I don’t know what these things are, but I think it’s safe to say that the “work kiss” is something that my boss would make up just so he could touch the female employees without getting fired. It’s a dirty, dirty world, my friends. And don’t you even try to think otherwise.
Post meal – which for me included homemade oatmeal (I dedicated my breakfast to you, Martha!) – Jordan escorted us to Zabar’s, where we bought (surprise!) cheese and bread for our afternoon of George Clooney. Cuz that’s right, boys and girls, we ditched Jordan after the wine shop and spent the rest of the evening watching Ocean’s 13 and Michael Clayton. Part of the evening also included playing such games as Six Degrees of George Clooney (Mel can get there in only TWO setps!). Then we ordered another cheese pizza from the awesomest pizza parlour in all of NYC. (Yeah, I said it. Go ahead and try to prove me wrong.)
Monday: Mel (I take no credit for this) convinces Estee to go into work even later than the 10AM time she already expected. Mel eats more cheese for pre-breakfast, to kind of line her stomach for the greasy goodness to follow. Cuz we ate at some diner a block away from Estee’s apartment. This is where we learn all about Estee’s pro bono political asylum case. This is the kind of thing that makes me even remotely interested in that whole lawyering business. You can actually do SOME GOOD in the world with that law degree. Amazing stuff really.
Estee and I also discovered that the skills I developed when conducting criminal investigations for the State Department overlap with the skills she’s developing as a lawyer. I wonder if she’s heard of the READ technique for interviewing…? Anyway, that was a cool discovery.
Like the two proud mommas we are, Mel and I then helped Estee onto a bus and stood on the sidewalk waving until a) Estee noticed we were still there, and b) the bus drove out of sight.
Then it was back to Penn Station for the train-ride home. Mel and I hung out under the arrival/departure sign until her train prepared to board and we had to say goodbye. And I heard her cry, ‘ere she drove out of sight, Merry Spring Break to you and to all a good night!
*****
Had I known I was going to lay like a vegetable for the rest of Spring Break and not get any of the papers done for school that I planned, I would have staid in New York longer. Instead, I sat around waiting for Comcast to fix my DVR (which suddenly stopped showing a picture for any of our recordings, and which I furthermore fixed myself becaue Comcast was apparently too busy to bother showing up for any of our appointments), watching movies, playing with the dog, celebrating Marilyn’s first annual 29th birthday, catching a stupendously spontaneous dinner with Jeff and Liz (we didn’t even have to plan it out three months in advance), and cooking Andrew a nice, traditional St. Paddy’s Day dinner (which, by the way, he totally failed to mention in his Georgetown blog; I feel so snubbed).
This week has therefore been a round of catch-up at school. Things are going well enough, but I really have to get cracking on some of those papers that will start raining down on me hard and fast in the next couple of weeks.
At the same time, Anthony’s dad is training up to DC from Charlotte today so we have company for the weekend. If you’re in the area, and you’ve always wondered where Anthony got his strong, masculine build from, this is the weekend to drop by my place. Otherwise, I will be hiding in the coldest, darkest, dankest, quietest hole, madly dashing out papers and presentations.
So, since I didn’t immediately sit down to my computer and type out a few words after my trip to New York over Spring Break, but instead sat on my lazy arse and did nothing but watch movies for the rest of my school-free days, Martha totally called me on it. She’s all like, why aren’t you posting? If I can find the time between my Microbiology midterm and my three other exams to blog for the world, so can you.
You can basically say that she’s guilted me into this. That damn girl and all her peer pressure…
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, New York. Two weekends ago, I was in New York. The basic outline went a little like this:
Friday: arrive way too early to hang out with my girls and spend a couple hours wandering
around the West Side waterfront, talking to my mom and reading Becoming Jane Austen, before meeting with one Dave “I’ve got a new job that includes – get this! – benefits!!” K. for lunch. Eat at Chelsea Market, and have some non-Jewish stranger butt into our conversation because I couldn’t remember the word “yenta” (yeah, who knew I could work that into conversation?) and then call Dave out for not being Jewish enough to remember it himself. Then said stranger immediately begins making out with his girlfriend. Totally awesome lunchtime entertainment.Then Dave shows me his cubicle in one building, and the front door of his office in the company’s other building. I saw walls made out of hockey pucks and tennis balls. And then I see how adorable Dave is, because he wallpapered his cubicle with pictures of his Penn friends. Awwwwww…
Pick up Mel at Penn Station and cab our way to Estee’s place. Eat again, this time at Café Arte, where one kid butts into our private conversation about Batman and then pukes in his napkin, and another kid stands behind Mel and Estee, staring vacantly at a mural on the wall behind our table. She doesn’t even respond when I start talking to her. Very weird, but didn’t even remotely slow down our eating of all things Italian and drinking of all things wine.
Saturday: beginning of the end for all the edible cheese of Manhattan. Eat cheese for breakfast.
Stand in TKTS line, pass on partially obstructed views of Spring Awakening, and let Mel talk us into A Chorus Line. Eat at Juniors for second breakfast (yes, we’re hobbits). Have cheesy grits. Yum. Play at Dave & Buster’s – both Mel and Estee kick my sorry bum at the basketball game, we all score some major ticketage at the trivia game, I royally suck at skeeball, Estee and I are amused by Mel’s dance/stomp moves, and then we turn in our apparently miniscule number of tickets to get two Care Bears for Estee’s twin cousins. Then I watch Estee, who clearly works too much, sleep through A Chorus Line. But she tells me she loved it. Mel sings songs from A Chorus Line for the rest of the weekend.Next we attempt to find this wine bar in Estee’s neighborhood by calling the concierge at one of the Times Square hotels that Mel has pre-programmed into her phone. As expected, without knowing the name or location of said establishment, we and our new concierge friend are completely unsuccessful. However, Estee saves the day by using her Blackberry for good. We find a great place on West 54th called Casellula’s, where we feast on (you guessed it)
cheese, meats, beet salad, and wine. It was glorious.Our evening was spent making fun of Mel for her crush on Daniel Radcliffe while watching Harry Potter 5. Oh yeah, and eating cheese pizza from this awesome pizza parlour across the street from Estee’s apartment (Estee, you SO need to send me the name of that place so I can tell all my friends about it).
Sunday: Our only reason for climbing out of bed was to eat brunch at Josie’s (well, Estee had Hebrew lessons, too, so she got up at the buttcrack of dawn – ON A SUNDAY). Mel and I are mysteriously the only people to arrive on time (15 minutes early if it must be known) for a one-o’clock brunch. Knowing that Josie’s doesn’t
take reservations, we (wrongly) assumed that everyone would be on time to get a table – because they don’t seat parties until everyone has arrived. So Estee makes it to the restaurant around 1ish, but the boys, well, they weren’t even close. Jordan was fifteen minutes late, and just as we convinced the waitress to seat us at 1:30PM even though we weren’t all there, our own little New York socialite, David R., makes an appearance. Apparently the party was ready to start.I think we gave Estee the best brunch of her life, because our conversation broke all barriers of the PC world. We talked religion, politics, and racism. The racism comes in when we learned that Mel’s law school actually makes minority students take a type of Ms. Manners course. She tried to explain it to be far less prejudicial, and claim all sorts of excuses on their behalf, but we find it really adorable that her school wants her to fit in so much that they’re willing to teach her how to wash her hands before eating and other such handy tidbits. In fact, she even taught us a thing or two about “work hugs” and the “work kiss.” I don’t know what these things are, but I think it’s safe to say that the “work kiss” is something that my boss would make up just so he could touch the female employees without getting fired. It’s a dirty, dirty world, my friends. And don’t you even try to think otherwise.
Post meal – which for me included homemade oatmeal (I dedicated my breakfast to you, Martha!) – Jordan escorted us to Zabar’s, where we bought (surprise!) cheese and bread for our afternoon of George Clooney. Cuz that’s right, boys and girls, we ditched Jordan after the wine shop and spent the rest of the evening watching Ocean’s 13 and Michael Clayton. Part of the evening also included playing such games as Six Degrees of George Clooney (Mel can get there in only TWO setps!). Then we ordered another cheese pizza from the awesomest pizza parlour in all of NYC. (Yeah, I said it. Go ahead and try to prove me wrong.)
Monday: Mel (I take no credit for this) convinces Estee to go into work even later than the 10AM time she already expected. Mel eats more cheese for pre-breakfast, to kind of line her stomach for the greasy goodness to follow. Cuz we ate at some diner a block away from Estee’s apartment. This is where we learn all about Estee’s pro bono political asylum case. This is the kind of thing that makes me even remotely interested in that whole lawyering business. You can actually do SOME GOOD in the world with that law degree. Amazing stuff really.
Estee and I also discovered that the skills I developed when conducting criminal investigations for the State Department overlap with the skills she’s developing as a lawyer. I wonder if she’s heard of the READ technique for interviewing…? Anyway, that was a cool discovery.
Like the two proud mommas we are, Mel and I then helped Estee onto a bus and stood on the sidewalk waving until a) Estee noticed we were still there, and b) the bus drove out of sight.
Then it was back to Penn Station for the train-ride home. Mel and I hung out under the arrival/departure sign until her train prepared to board and we had to say goodbye. And I heard her cry, ‘ere she drove out of sight, Merry Spring Break to you and to all a good night!
*****
Had I known I was going to lay like a vegetable for the rest of Spring Break and not get any of the papers done for school that I planned, I would have staid in New York longer. Instead, I sat around waiting for Comcast to fix my DVR (which suddenly stopped showing a picture for any of our recordings, and which I furthermore fixed myself becaue Comcast was apparently too busy to bother showing up for any of our appointments), watching movies, playing with the dog, celebrating Marilyn’s first annual 29th birthday, catching a stupendously spontaneous dinner with Jeff and Liz (we didn’t even have to plan it out three months in advance), and cooking Andrew a nice, traditional St. Paddy’s Day dinner (which, by the way, he totally failed to mention in his Georgetown blog; I feel so snubbed).
This week has therefore been a round of catch-up at school. Things are going well enough, but I really have to get cracking on some of those papers that will start raining down on me hard and fast in the next couple of weeks.
At the same time, Anthony’s dad is training up to DC from Charlotte today so we have company for the weekend. If you’re in the area, and you’ve always wondered where Anthony got his strong, masculine build from, this is the weekend to drop by my place. Otherwise, I will be hiding in the coldest, darkest, dankest, quietest hole, madly dashing out papers and presentations.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
I lied
I actually do have something to post. I am sitting here at work, and not getting anything done by the way, and all I can think about is the fact that Spring Break starts in TWO DAYS! I haven’t felt this great about a break from school in, well, ever. I have never looked so forward to several days without homework in my life.
And to top it all off, I’m spending Friday through Monday with your favorite girls and mine: Estee and Mel! We’re having a mini-girls reunion, Northeast style. I have no idea what we will do – Mel threw out the idea of seeing a Broadway show, Estee threw out the idea of Netflix, and then Mel returned with the idea of an all-Harry-Potter weekend (something about having the hots for some underage kid named Daniel Radcliffe). Everything is good by me, so long as there is not one ounce of schoolwork in the whole deal. That, and I must be allowed to seriously fondle the jingle-cat, Motik – my only requirement.
So maybe by Monday I’ll have some new pics to post and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a life to discuss. In the meantime, however, it’s back to that old grindstone with a midterm due for Program Evaluation and a bunch of reading to cram into my brain.
And to top it all off, I’m spending Friday through Monday with your favorite girls and mine: Estee and Mel! We’re having a mini-girls reunion, Northeast style. I have no idea what we will do – Mel threw out the idea of seeing a Broadway show, Estee threw out the idea of Netflix, and then Mel returned with the idea of an all-Harry-Potter weekend (something about having the hots for some underage kid named Daniel Radcliffe). Everything is good by me, so long as there is not one ounce of schoolwork in the whole deal. That, and I must be allowed to seriously fondle the jingle-cat, Motik – my only requirement.
So maybe by Monday I’ll have some new pics to post and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a life to discuss. In the meantime, however, it’s back to that old grindstone with a midterm due for Program Evaluation and a bunch of reading to cram into my brain.
Because my life is so boring (thanks grad school) that I have nothing else of substance to post
Another quiz, yoinked from Rob, but modified a little by me…
1. Do you consider yourself a "grown up" at this point?
Sometimes, but it's tough to wrap my mind around that concept. I probably feel it most when I get sick and my mom isn't there to make me papaling soup, bring me some ginger ale, and force me to lay on the couch in front of the t.v. all day while she cleans up the house around me. Now, when I'm sick, I either take care of all of that myself or it doesn't get done – so I usually opt not to be sick.
2. Where were you on September 11?
I was working at my first post-undergrad job, which was an extenuation of my student work study job at the University of Pennsylvania Archives http://www.archives.upenn.edu. My boyfriend at the time called me at the office to let me know what was happening – it didn't even look real.
3. If you went to college, do you think it was worth it?
I wouldn't exchange my college experience for anything – that is where I met the greatest people on earth and really learned a lot of things about myself. I could wish for a higher GPA and less student loan debt, but the friends and experiences more than make up for that.
4. What did you drink on your 21st birthday (or at any related celebrations)?
Oh my, I vaguely remember Michelle and Ally wrenching my head back and forcing me to consume a "blowjob" shot – the glass it was served in was far too big for my mouth… The drinks for the rest of the evening are blurred.
5. What do you remember most about High School graduation?
Wow, taking me back. Two things: a) I remember that the song I had hoped would be our class song was reneged at the last minute (despite the democratic vote) by our chorus teacher and a handful of the "popular" girls in our class – so now instead of the Beatles "In My Life," the sound of sixty tone-deaf high school students attempting to hit the high notes in Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time" will forever haunt me; and b) I gave the valedictory address and changed a few things last minute so some of my friends could get a shout-out – then I had the privilege of helping hand out the diplomas. That was pretty cool.
6. Do you keep in touch with friends from High School (stalking on Facebook or MySpace doesn't count)?
This would nearly be an incontrovertible "no," except that I am the fairy godmother to my dear Christy's first-born, one Ms. Sarol Madison, and I do my best to send my love to Christy's twin sister, April, who spent some time running in circles with me as members of the track team. I should also take a moment to give yet another shout-out to my gal, Petes (What up, P?), who is so generous to remember me and send me little notes every once in a while.
7. Are you any good at texting, or do you prefer a good old-fashioned phone call?
I don't text, and I hate talking on the phone. I have to reconcile myself to it because many of my closest friends are scattered to the four winds, but it is a painful, torturous procedure. I've said it before and I'll say it again, just why can't we all live in the same building so I can pad over to your places in my PJs???
8. How old were you when you got your first cell phone?
Twenty-one? Shoot, I don't know.
9. Best Apple IIe game: Oregon Trail or Number Munchers?
What the heck is IIe?
10. Who was your favorite member of New Kids on the Block?
I'm not gonna lie, it was Jordan. And I even went to their New Year's Eve concert because my mom is the rockingest and gave me tickets for Christmas.
11. How many friends do you have on Facebook/MySpace?
I haven't a clue. I don't have time for networking sites. I never signed up for MySpace, and I just added myself to Facebook in January because I heard that my old Pookah could be seen there – but I've been really negligent since.
12. How many of those "friends" do you actually know?
Any friends that I actually have on Facebook are people I actually know – the bulk of them are friends of mine from my undergrad days.
13. Do you have a job?
If only to pay for the mortgage, groceries and gas for Bubba (yes, my Jeep has a name).
14. Do you contribute to a 401(k)?
Yes, two of them in fact. The 401(k) at work, and the IRA through my financial institution.
15. Relationship status?
I'm as good as married, but not even engaged. Anthony and I are going on four years now (not quite up to the years racked up by Nishchay and Roxanne, Martha and Brian, KT and JD, or even Nicole and Hans, but pretty significant no less).
16. How often are you in contact with your parents?
Da' Momma and I are in contact every couple of weeks – it would be every day if she didn't think that she was irritating me – and I haven't had any meaningful contact with my dad, other than a forced reunion at da' Momma's hands which resulted in nothing, since shortly after graduating from college in 2001.
17. When you really think about it, does the fact that you are 30 (or close to it) blow your mind?
No.
18. Do you remember what a hanging chad is?
I never knew what the hell that means.
19. Did you vote in 2004?
Yes – how could I not when I was working for a nonprofit that built its reputation on being an election watchdog group?
20. Do you still live in the town that you grew up in?
Not even close. I live in DC, which is a significant distance from Clinton, MA.
21. What is your favorite 90's era Disney movie?
That really narrows it down to Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid for me, none of which I'm content with singling out.
22. MC Hammer or Vanilla Ice?
"Can't Touch This" vs. "Ice Ice Baby"? Is it even fair to ask this question?
23. Did anything in your life turn out the way you thought it would by this point?
No, but nothing good ever does.
24. Are any of your friends married?
Yup – Nicole, Yael, Aurit, Christy, Tyler & Saleah, Katie (What up P?), Katy… And there's more to come – Nishbutt, Jeff, Martha…
25. Do any of your friends have kids?
Yes! – Yael, Christy, Tyler and Saleah, and April have have little chub-chubs. And I STILL don’t know what the hell to do when faced with an infant (the first thought is usually “Run!”).
26. How about your siblings (if you have any)?
Nah, Dan is still living the life of a single, tattoo-ed, overworked bachelor. Any of you females free up there in MA?
27. During your quarter century (+3.5!) on Earth, what is the coolest place that you have visited?
I have been privileged to travel quite a bit, but I’d have to say my favorite place to go was the Grand Canyon – you can’t beat rafting down the Colorado…
28. Did you play an instrument in high school?
Nope, only in middle school. And if you must know, I started on the flute, worked up through the clarinet, and ended on the piano.
29. Do you still play that instrument?
Nah, I leave the music to the people with talent.
30. What was your first email address?
Something or other @aol.com.
31. How many Troll Dolls did you have?
ZERO. Even then I thought they were kind of stupid – kind of like the pet rock of the 90s.
32. Sesame Street or Mr. Rogers?
I never had to make the choice – I watched them both!
33. Who was your favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?
Was there really a difference?
34. Who was your favorite Spice Girl?
If I had a gun to my head, and had to choose one over the rest, I’d say Scary Spice. For two reasons: 1) Her hair in the good ol’ days rocked, and 2) She was on Dancing with the Stars, one of the few shows I DVR. LOVE IT! (Although I didn’t much care for their music – “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…”????)
35. Are your grandparents still around?
Still kickin’ it old school: I have one grandmother and 2 grandfathers (one of which isn’t technically my grandfather – he was my Nonnie’s 4th husband and the only Grampie I ever knew).
36. Favorite book that you had to read for school?
Back in the day it was probably Lord of the Flies. But I will read almost anything.
37. Any old person aches and pains yet?
Absolutely – something about having a herniated disc a little over a year ago really put a kink in things.
38. Can you still do the Macarena?
No, never could, but I bet Mel can.
39. Did you believe in the Y2K hype?
At the time, I was working for a chemicals company helping them get their computer system Y2K ready – so sure, why the hell not?
40. What is the oldest article of clothing that you still wear?
I have a suit that’s about six years old – but generally speaking, I don’t keep old clothes. I am often giving things away to Martha’s Table or to my little sister. It’s called “recycling.”
41. Have you been brainwashed by Apple and purchased an iPod?
I love that one necessarily leads to the other…but dogmatic quibbles aside, yes, I purchased one, but no, it wasn’t for me. I had an old I-River MP3 player up until a few weeks ago, when someone actually stole it from the gym. I can’t believe anyone would take it since it was basically held together with a piece of Scotch tape.
42. How many times did you see Titanic?
I saw it twice in the theatre, and the last half or so at least once on t.v.
43. Do you think you'll have kids before you are 30?
That’s relatively unlikely. I turn 29 this year and I am not yet married – it’d be tough to crank out multiple kids in a year and a half, plus get married first so they’re not traumatized by the fact that mommy and daddy conceived before becoming hitched.
44. Are you the youngest person at your job?
It depends on how you look at it. Of the twelve contractors, I’m the youngest by a few months. Including all the government employees that work in the office too, I am older than a number of them.
45. When did you start your Blog? Who introduced you to it?
I don’t remember how I got introduced to all things Blogkind, but I have been writing on here since October 16, 2002.
46. How many Blog entries have you made since then?
Only 326 – I’m not a very prolific writer. That makes it approximately 65 posts per year.
47. If you could be any age, what would it be and why?
This is a really dumb question. I have no reason to wish to be anywhere or anytime else than I am right now. I am where I am supposed to be.
48. Caffeine of choice: Coffee or Soda?
I am in the process of kicking the caffeine to the corner. I don’t drink coffee anymore (except the occasional post-dinner cappuccino) and I only drink soda when I’m sick (da bubbles!). So that means that my real vice is tea.
49. What teacher has had the greatest influence on you?
Hands down, Mrs. O’Connell, 3rd grade. She was so encouraging.
50. What do you think is your greatest accomplishment in life thus far?
Does “making it thus far” count?
1. Do you consider yourself a "grown up" at this point?
Sometimes, but it's tough to wrap my mind around that concept. I probably feel it most when I get sick and my mom isn't there to make me papaling soup, bring me some ginger ale, and force me to lay on the couch in front of the t.v. all day while she cleans up the house around me. Now, when I'm sick, I either take care of all of that myself or it doesn't get done – so I usually opt not to be sick.
2. Where were you on September 11?
I was working at my first post-undergrad job, which was an extenuation of my student work study job at the University of Pennsylvania Archives http://www.archives.upenn.edu. My boyfriend at the time called me at the office to let me know what was happening – it didn't even look real.
3. If you went to college, do you think it was worth it?
I wouldn't exchange my college experience for anything – that is where I met the greatest people on earth and really learned a lot of things about myself. I could wish for a higher GPA and less student loan debt, but the friends and experiences more than make up for that.
4. What did you drink on your 21st birthday (or at any related celebrations)?
Oh my, I vaguely remember Michelle and Ally wrenching my head back and forcing me to consume a "blowjob" shot – the glass it was served in was far too big for my mouth… The drinks for the rest of the evening are blurred.
5. What do you remember most about High School graduation?
Wow, taking me back. Two things: a) I remember that the song I had hoped would be our class song was reneged at the last minute (despite the democratic vote) by our chorus teacher and a handful of the "popular" girls in our class – so now instead of the Beatles "In My Life," the sound of sixty tone-deaf high school students attempting to hit the high notes in Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time" will forever haunt me; and b) I gave the valedictory address and changed a few things last minute so some of my friends could get a shout-out – then I had the privilege of helping hand out the diplomas. That was pretty cool.
6. Do you keep in touch with friends from High School (stalking on Facebook or MySpace doesn't count)?
This would nearly be an incontrovertible "no," except that I am the fairy godmother to my dear Christy's first-born, one Ms. Sarol Madison, and I do my best to send my love to Christy's twin sister, April, who spent some time running in circles with me as members of the track team. I should also take a moment to give yet another shout-out to my gal, Petes (What up, P?), who is so generous to remember me and send me little notes every once in a while.
7. Are you any good at texting, or do you prefer a good old-fashioned phone call?
I don't text, and I hate talking on the phone. I have to reconcile myself to it because many of my closest friends are scattered to the four winds, but it is a painful, torturous procedure. I've said it before and I'll say it again, just why can't we all live in the same building so I can pad over to your places in my PJs???
8. How old were you when you got your first cell phone?
Twenty-one? Shoot, I don't know.
9. Best Apple IIe game: Oregon Trail or Number Munchers?
What the heck is IIe?
10. Who was your favorite member of New Kids on the Block?
I'm not gonna lie, it was Jordan. And I even went to their New Year's Eve concert because my mom is the rockingest and gave me tickets for Christmas.
11. How many friends do you have on Facebook/MySpace?
I haven't a clue. I don't have time for networking sites. I never signed up for MySpace, and I just added myself to Facebook in January because I heard that my old Pookah could be seen there – but I've been really negligent since.
12. How many of those "friends" do you actually know?
Any friends that I actually have on Facebook are people I actually know – the bulk of them are friends of mine from my undergrad days.
13. Do you have a job?
If only to pay for the mortgage, groceries and gas for Bubba (yes, my Jeep has a name).
14. Do you contribute to a 401(k)?
Yes, two of them in fact. The 401(k) at work, and the IRA through my financial institution.
15. Relationship status?
I'm as good as married, but not even engaged. Anthony and I are going on four years now (not quite up to the years racked up by Nishchay and Roxanne, Martha and Brian, KT and JD, or even Nicole and Hans, but pretty significant no less).
16. How often are you in contact with your parents?
Da' Momma and I are in contact every couple of weeks – it would be every day if she didn't think that she was irritating me – and I haven't had any meaningful contact with my dad, other than a forced reunion at da' Momma's hands which resulted in nothing, since shortly after graduating from college in 2001.
17. When you really think about it, does the fact that you are 30 (or close to it) blow your mind?
No.
18. Do you remember what a hanging chad is?
I never knew what the hell that means.
19. Did you vote in 2004?
Yes – how could I not when I was working for a nonprofit that built its reputation on being an election watchdog group?
20. Do you still live in the town that you grew up in?
Not even close. I live in DC, which is a significant distance from Clinton, MA.
21. What is your favorite 90's era Disney movie?
That really narrows it down to Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid for me, none of which I'm content with singling out.
22. MC Hammer or Vanilla Ice?
"Can't Touch This" vs. "Ice Ice Baby"? Is it even fair to ask this question?
23. Did anything in your life turn out the way you thought it would by this point?
No, but nothing good ever does.
24. Are any of your friends married?
Yup – Nicole, Yael, Aurit, Christy, Tyler & Saleah, Katie (What up P?), Katy… And there's more to come – Nishbutt, Jeff, Martha…
25. Do any of your friends have kids?
Yes! – Yael, Christy, Tyler and Saleah, and April have have little chub-chubs. And I STILL don’t know what the hell to do when faced with an infant (the first thought is usually “Run!”).
26. How about your siblings (if you have any)?
Nah, Dan is still living the life of a single, tattoo-ed, overworked bachelor. Any of you females free up there in MA?
27. During your quarter century (+3.5!) on Earth, what is the coolest place that you have visited?
I have been privileged to travel quite a bit, but I’d have to say my favorite place to go was the Grand Canyon – you can’t beat rafting down the Colorado…
28. Did you play an instrument in high school?
Nope, only in middle school. And if you must know, I started on the flute, worked up through the clarinet, and ended on the piano.
29. Do you still play that instrument?
Nah, I leave the music to the people with talent.
30. What was your first email address?
Something or other @aol.com.
31. How many Troll Dolls did you have?
ZERO. Even then I thought they were kind of stupid – kind of like the pet rock of the 90s.
32. Sesame Street or Mr. Rogers?
I never had to make the choice – I watched them both!
33. Who was your favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?
Was there really a difference?
34. Who was your favorite Spice Girl?
If I had a gun to my head, and had to choose one over the rest, I’d say Scary Spice. For two reasons: 1) Her hair in the good ol’ days rocked, and 2) She was on Dancing with the Stars, one of the few shows I DVR. LOVE IT! (Although I didn’t much care for their music – “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…”????)
35. Are your grandparents still around?
Still kickin’ it old school: I have one grandmother and 2 grandfathers (one of which isn’t technically my grandfather – he was my Nonnie’s 4th husband and the only Grampie I ever knew).
36. Favorite book that you had to read for school?
Back in the day it was probably Lord of the Flies. But I will read almost anything.
37. Any old person aches and pains yet?
Absolutely – something about having a herniated disc a little over a year ago really put a kink in things.
38. Can you still do the Macarena?
No, never could, but I bet Mel can.
39. Did you believe in the Y2K hype?
At the time, I was working for a chemicals company helping them get their computer system Y2K ready – so sure, why the hell not?
40. What is the oldest article of clothing that you still wear?
I have a suit that’s about six years old – but generally speaking, I don’t keep old clothes. I am often giving things away to Martha’s Table or to my little sister. It’s called “recycling.”
41. Have you been brainwashed by Apple and purchased an iPod?
I love that one necessarily leads to the other…but dogmatic quibbles aside, yes, I purchased one, but no, it wasn’t for me. I had an old I-River MP3 player up until a few weeks ago, when someone actually stole it from the gym. I can’t believe anyone would take it since it was basically held together with a piece of Scotch tape.
42. How many times did you see Titanic?
I saw it twice in the theatre, and the last half or so at least once on t.v.
43. Do you think you'll have kids before you are 30?
That’s relatively unlikely. I turn 29 this year and I am not yet married – it’d be tough to crank out multiple kids in a year and a half, plus get married first so they’re not traumatized by the fact that mommy and daddy conceived before becoming hitched.
44. Are you the youngest person at your job?
It depends on how you look at it. Of the twelve contractors, I’m the youngest by a few months. Including all the government employees that work in the office too, I am older than a number of them.
45. When did you start your Blog? Who introduced you to it?
I don’t remember how I got introduced to all things Blogkind, but I have been writing on here since October 16, 2002.
46. How many Blog entries have you made since then?
Only 326 – I’m not a very prolific writer. That makes it approximately 65 posts per year.
47. If you could be any age, what would it be and why?
This is a really dumb question. I have no reason to wish to be anywhere or anytime else than I am right now. I am where I am supposed to be.
48. Caffeine of choice: Coffee or Soda?
I am in the process of kicking the caffeine to the corner. I don’t drink coffee anymore (except the occasional post-dinner cappuccino) and I only drink soda when I’m sick (da bubbles!). So that means that my real vice is tea.
49. What teacher has had the greatest influence on you?
Hands down, Mrs. O’Connell, 3rd grade. She was so encouraging.
50. What do you think is your greatest accomplishment in life thus far?
Does “making it thus far” count?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Another way to see if you read my blog
Yoinked from Rob , as per usual.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies. (I cheated and picked 14)
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions
1. Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town. Empire Records, guessed by Martha.
2. Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, hold on. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. Dead Poets Society, guessed by Martha.
3. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst her companions. Pride and Prejudice, as guessed by Christy.
4. Hold it! Let's see some credentials. SLOWLY. You're a Chewley's Gum Representative? And you're what? Stirring up all this anti-smoking sentiment to sell more gum? GET OUT OF HERE! And you people, don't you have jobs to go to? Get out of here, go commute! Bunch of easily-led automatons. Try thinking for yourselves before you pelt an innocent man with cigarettes! Clerks, as guessed by Yael.
5. I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
6. I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science. Gattaca, as guessed by Estee.
7. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead. High Fidelity, as guessed by Yael.
8. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons! Monty Python and the Holy Grail, as guessed by Yael.
9. It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements. Office Space, guessed by Martha.
10. Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time. Old School, guessed by El Gordo (come on guys, I can't believe it took this long for you to get this one - it's a classic!)
11. Well hoity-toity Mr. God-Like Smarty Pants. The Muppet Christmas Carol, guessed by Christy (nice one!)
12. I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
13. I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.
14. No, dwarves retire early. Common fact.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies. (I cheated and picked 14)
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions
1. Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town. Empire Records, guessed by Martha.
2. Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, hold on. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. Dead Poets Society, guessed by Martha.
3. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst her companions. Pride and Prejudice, as guessed by Christy.
4. Hold it! Let's see some credentials. SLOWLY. You're a Chewley's Gum Representative? And you're what? Stirring up all this anti-smoking sentiment to sell more gum? GET OUT OF HERE! And you people, don't you have jobs to go to? Get out of here, go commute! Bunch of easily-led automatons. Try thinking for yourselves before you pelt an innocent man with cigarettes! Clerks, as guessed by Yael.
5. I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
6. I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science. Gattaca, as guessed by Estee.
7. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead. High Fidelity, as guessed by Yael.
8. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons! Monty Python and the Holy Grail, as guessed by Yael.
9. It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements. Office Space, guessed by Martha.
10. Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time. Old School, guessed by El Gordo (come on guys, I can't believe it took this long for you to get this one - it's a classic!)
11. Well hoity-toity Mr. God-Like Smarty Pants. The Muppet Christmas Carol, guessed by Christy (nice one!)
12. I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
13. I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.
14. No, dwarves retire early. Common fact.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
May old acquaintance be forgot...
I think I mentioned several times in the past month or so that I would update you on things. In my defense, each day that passes makes me one day older, and, (here’s the important part, folks) therefore that much more mentally impaired. In other words, I forget things. Lots and lots of things.
For example, last night I showed up to class and totally forgot to write up a research paper proposal. Which was due last night, by the way.
So yeah, I forgot to update you all on a few things. I don’t believe I told you how much I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd, nor did I mention how totally rockin’ my Tuscan Pot Roast turned out for that dinner party (my first pot roast ever and the fans, they went wild!), and I think I may even have left out the fact that I attended Andrew’s Non-Profit Fund Silent Auction on Saturday night and went through a whole gamut of emotions. First, I was hungry, but Andrew took care of that by having the whole event catered. I stuffed everything I laid eyes on into my maw and then some – I think I finally stopped when I realized that, no matter how many crumbs had fallen, tablecloths do not taste good.
There were sweet potato fries, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas (both chicken and veggie), tortilla chips and salsa/guac/sour cream, beef on a stick, chicken on a stick, roast beast sandwiches, focacia with plum tomatoes and mozzarella, chocolate chip cookies, some desert that looked like chocolate moose in a chocolate cup topped with chocolate and more chocolate…
Needless to say, I finally quenched the hunger demons and was able to more rationally review the items up for auction. And while I would have really loved that round of low stakes poker with Professor So-and-So, or that dinner out with the Dean, I had my heart set on that “Date with Andrew McLaughlin.” So I gathered my ones and my pom-poms and prepared myself to scream like a twenty-one year old virgin at her first sighting of the Beatles.
Have I hyped the event enough? Because it was awesomeness personified. Until the emcees ran over on time and the staff at the Clarendon Ballroom threatened to turn off the mic. What that meant for me is that the “Property of Andrew McLovin” tattoo I had inked on my ass that afternoon would never see the light of day because they skipped four live auction items in favor of auctioning off the real crowd pleaser: an African safari. My hopes and my dreams at that moment can be described in a word: crushed.
So my deflated pom-poms and I gave Andrew a big hug, expressed our sympathy for Andrew not being able to glory in the adulation of all those MBA women fighting over his hot business school bod, and dragged our feet to the door.
As an aside, Andrew is now the proud owner of a night of low-stakes poker with Professor So-and-So and seven of his closest friends. For the low-low price of $900. So if you live in the DC Metropolitan area, have an interest in poker, and have an extra $100 to help a young Irishman out, Andrew is more than happy to hear from you.
This weekend wasn’t only about undressing Andrew in my mind, though. I also hosted a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration with the girls. We had candy, Pirate’s Booty, tofu and hearts of palm salad, scones, tea, brownies, cheese and crackers, soda, tortilla chips and salsa…and most importantly, Colin Firth. Yes, for five hours, we soaked in all the Pride and Prejudice five women can be expected to endure. There were highs, there were lows, and I don’t believe I can ever convince Marilyn to watch that movie again. It was pretty awesome.
There were also three days lost to balancing Anthony’s checkbook and preparing our tax documents for the accountant. I don’t even want to talk about it so let’s not go there, ‘kay?
I really want to say that it was the most extraordinary weekend I’ve ever had, and while I was ever so happy to see so many familiar faces, it really ruined me academically and I am spending another frenetic week just barely scraping by in class. So, in the spirit of some of Jane Austen’s most classic heroines, I resolve to be less frivolous, more hard-working, and a lot less spontaneous. This next weekend will entirely be devoted to school (What was that I heard? I believe it sounded like a dying rabbit, but it almost reminded me of Anthony railing at the heavens…)
For example, last night I showed up to class and totally forgot to write up a research paper proposal. Which was due last night, by the way.
So yeah, I forgot to update you all on a few things. I don’t believe I told you how much I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd, nor did I mention how totally rockin’ my Tuscan Pot Roast turned out for that dinner party (my first pot roast ever and the fans, they went wild!), and I think I may even have left out the fact that I attended Andrew’s Non-Profit Fund Silent Auction on Saturday night and went through a whole gamut of emotions. First, I was hungry, but Andrew took care of that by having the whole event catered. I stuffed everything I laid eyes on into my maw and then some – I think I finally stopped when I realized that, no matter how many crumbs had fallen, tablecloths do not taste good.
There were sweet potato fries, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas (both chicken and veggie), tortilla chips and salsa/guac/sour cream, beef on a stick, chicken on a stick, roast beast sandwiches, focacia with plum tomatoes and mozzarella, chocolate chip cookies, some desert that looked like chocolate moose in a chocolate cup topped with chocolate and more chocolate…
Needless to say, I finally quenched the hunger demons and was able to more rationally review the items up for auction. And while I would have really loved that round of low stakes poker with Professor So-and-So, or that dinner out with the Dean, I had my heart set on that “Date with Andrew McLaughlin.” So I gathered my ones and my pom-poms and prepared myself to scream like a twenty-one year old virgin at her first sighting of the Beatles.
Have I hyped the event enough? Because it was awesomeness personified. Until the emcees ran over on time and the staff at the Clarendon Ballroom threatened to turn off the mic. What that meant for me is that the “Property of Andrew McLovin” tattoo I had inked on my ass that afternoon would never see the light of day because they skipped four live auction items in favor of auctioning off the real crowd pleaser: an African safari. My hopes and my dreams at that moment can be described in a word: crushed.
So my deflated pom-poms and I gave Andrew a big hug, expressed our sympathy for Andrew not being able to glory in the adulation of all those MBA women fighting over his hot business school bod, and dragged our feet to the door.
As an aside, Andrew is now the proud owner of a night of low-stakes poker with Professor So-and-So and seven of his closest friends. For the low-low price of $900. So if you live in the DC Metropolitan area, have an interest in poker, and have an extra $100 to help a young Irishman out, Andrew is more than happy to hear from you.
This weekend wasn’t only about undressing Andrew in my mind, though. I also hosted a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration with the girls. We had candy, Pirate’s Booty, tofu and hearts of palm salad, scones, tea, brownies, cheese and crackers, soda, tortilla chips and salsa…and most importantly, Colin Firth. Yes, for five hours, we soaked in all the Pride and Prejudice five women can be expected to endure. There were highs, there were lows, and I don’t believe I can ever convince Marilyn to watch that movie again. It was pretty awesome.
There were also three days lost to balancing Anthony’s checkbook and preparing our tax documents for the accountant. I don’t even want to talk about it so let’s not go there, ‘kay?
I really want to say that it was the most extraordinary weekend I’ve ever had, and while I was ever so happy to see so many familiar faces, it really ruined me academically and I am spending another frenetic week just barely scraping by in class. So, in the spirit of some of Jane Austen’s most classic heroines, I resolve to be less frivolous, more hard-working, and a lot less spontaneous. This next weekend will entirely be devoted to school (What was that I heard? I believe it sounded like a dying rabbit, but it almost reminded me of Anthony railing at the heavens…)
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