Despite my strep I still have A few funny things from last week: I played the funniest trick on my mom. I send her an email to my mom with a picture (check it out at this link http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/1805/1600/IMG_4813.jpg ) the caption read “me and my new boyfriend”. I never thought my mom would really buy it, but ohh boy did she. She flipped out. It was hilarious, she was ready to come and get me right then. It was the best joke I have ever played.
I went with Jamie to see a show on Broadway. It was called Kiki and Herb. It was sort of like Eddy Izard meets his piano playing lover and not only does he (dressed on the most amazing she outfit) crack jokes about the state of the world but he also sings songs….the best was the bright eyes song. It was pretty funny, though it lasted a little too long.
I went to one of my favorite places in my old neighborhood…the tea house. I was going to nurse my strep throat. Me and Sonya debated over the 50 some odd types of tea….I decided on this tropical one with coconut. But really it should have been called Hawaiian Tropic or Panama Jack. If it hadn’t been dark I really might have started rubbing the tea on my skin. But my throat is all better, maybe I will skip the dr next time and just drink the lotion. I have also been eating lots of ice cream. This week Adam and I went to a famous ice cream place under the Brooklyn Bridge. I have seen people standing in lines down the dock, I was expecting something great. Luckily there was no line because I was a little disappointed….all they only have is choc, choc chip, vanilla, and strawberry. All those suckers standin’ in line when they could have taste bud explosion at the Ben and Jerry’s up the street.
Also, I am super duper excited…I just found out that Moonshine, a block and half from my house, has Lonestar for just $3. It is kind of a strange crowd there, but they do have peanuts to go with the beer. I was feeling lucky so I asked if they had peanut butter pie, but they don’t so I will still dream about the Austin Moonshine.
I saw Little Miss Sunshine. It was hilarious and you all know i am picky about funny movies. See it!! Its great.
I also went to my last free summer concert (its already almost winter weather here..sucks)…it was the Walkmen, which wasn’t a great show, but how many times have you seen a band in a pool. In Williamsburg there is a huge pool that was shut down a few years ago and now they use it for other things. Concerts where stand in the empty Olympic size pool drink beer, eat hot dogs, and play on a slip and slide (well only during the 2 summer days that it is hot enough) Theyalso have “hipster dodge ball” in the pool. We were going to create a Texas team and wear cutoff boots, and hats as our costume, but we backed out when we saw how vicious and serious these games were. Dying by dodge ball in the pool is no way to go.
Working on keepin it short.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
My First paid vacation...come and gone
It begin by waking at the ungodly hour of 430 a.m to catch a plane in the neighboring state of Jersey (its a 20 min drive, well 30 with the 5 am bar traffic….and yes people were revisiting their dinner out the car windows). Due to the sudden fear of liquids (including soap in the terminal bathrooms)I didn’t make my flight. But the hours weren’t without entertainment, thanks to this character who going on a bird watching trip. He was decked out and ready….had Gilligan hat and fanny pack; a trip that might even cost him his job. A shame, since most everyone was missing not only their flight but also the next flight. My ingenuity was at its best,(surprising given the hour) I left the line to “check my bag” a.k.a. reserve one of the two spots left (as informed by the airline person on the phone) on the next flight. I totally patted myself on the back for that one.
So seven hours later than expected I arrived in Minot, North Dakota. A place everyone has been or will be going soon. My introduction was bachelor-ette party…. a few stories there but nothing tops the self made porn by the maid-of-honor’s sister’s boyfriend. It was more than a porn….it involved wires, lights and a razor….and the rest is up to you. There is nothing like being a city girl on a real farm for a change…where I learned (ever so briefly) about: getting sunflower seeds from the flower, swathing, combines, grain bins, etc. I ate peas right out of the ground….they had this wonderful dirt flavor. I had a little crop dusting ride, well really just flying, but it was more fun than any rollercoaster. I rode a motorcycle (to the town of Overly, population of about 7). After quite the breath taking experience caused by the return of an old decrease in lung capacity, I managed through slight frustration to get an inhaler. Before I got my own I borrowed one from Rhonda. She is quite a lady. She thinks that smoking pot works just as well as an inhaler. She knows this because her son in California… who got shot in the head (or was it the one running from the law) can get pot (not only in smoking form but also in peanut butter, popcorn, and candy bars of many varieties. She says that candy bars are the best for public transportation.) NoDak was great.
Then Kirsten and I loaded into the jeep for a trip to Oregon. I was pretty pumped for the adventures through Montana, Idaho, and Washington. But on the sly it turned into a pedal to the metal haul ass to Oregan kind of trip. I did see lots of things that I would like to explore (maybe the next time when it’s on my way)…hots springs on reservation, the town of Walla Walla, driving along the gorge. We did stop for few hours in Missoula, Montana. Long enough for me to buy an amazing (though completely impractical as I learned on my trip home) old green suitcase for a $1. But it was quite the conversation piece in the airport; it lead me to meeting this guy who worked at a nonprofit in Nashville- which I am going to look into.
Portland is beautiful. A good place to celebrate getting old. There are a few places I learned about that I will have to go back and visit (such as Voodoo Dounuts – apparently they have bacon donuts and they used to have Nyquil donuts- who doesn’t want to check that out?) I spent a few days hanging in Portland. We went to the 'coast' one day and it was beautiful...but really cold. We even saw a forest fire. The next day I flew back to NYC. But I didn’t come home empty handed; I brought the ever so lovely strep throat home with me (see what I mean about getting old, only old people get sick twice in a 2 week period). Even with the chills, fever, and swelling throat, I met this guy Adam on the plane. He lives in Connecticut (its about a 20 min drive from NYC) and he gave me ride home. Halleluiah!! There you have it. I will work on keeping the blogs shorter but equally as eventful from here on out….and come on give me some comments.
(I have pictures but this computer can seem to read the disk.....bummer)
So seven hours later than expected I arrived in Minot, North Dakota. A place everyone has been or will be going soon. My introduction was bachelor-ette party…. a few stories there but nothing tops the self made porn by the maid-of-honor’s sister’s boyfriend. It was more than a porn….it involved wires, lights and a razor….and the rest is up to you. There is nothing like being a city girl on a real farm for a change…where I learned (ever so briefly) about: getting sunflower seeds from the flower, swathing, combines, grain bins, etc. I ate peas right out of the ground….they had this wonderful dirt flavor. I had a little crop dusting ride, well really just flying, but it was more fun than any rollercoaster. I rode a motorcycle (to the town of Overly, population of about 7). After quite the breath taking experience caused by the return of an old decrease in lung capacity, I managed through slight frustration to get an inhaler. Before I got my own I borrowed one from Rhonda. She is quite a lady. She thinks that smoking pot works just as well as an inhaler. She knows this because her son in California… who got shot in the head (or was it the one running from the law) can get pot (not only in smoking form but also in peanut butter, popcorn, and candy bars of many varieties. She says that candy bars are the best for public transportation.) NoDak was great.
Then Kirsten and I loaded into the jeep for a trip to Oregon. I was pretty pumped for the adventures through Montana, Idaho, and Washington. But on the sly it turned into a pedal to the metal haul ass to Oregan kind of trip. I did see lots of things that I would like to explore (maybe the next time when it’s on my way)…hots springs on reservation, the town of Walla Walla, driving along the gorge. We did stop for few hours in Missoula, Montana. Long enough for me to buy an amazing (though completely impractical as I learned on my trip home) old green suitcase for a $1. But it was quite the conversation piece in the airport; it lead me to meeting this guy who worked at a nonprofit in Nashville- which I am going to look into.
Portland is beautiful. A good place to celebrate getting old. There are a few places I learned about that I will have to go back and visit (such as Voodoo Dounuts – apparently they have bacon donuts and they used to have Nyquil donuts- who doesn’t want to check that out?) I spent a few days hanging in Portland. We went to the 'coast' one day and it was beautiful...but really cold. We even saw a forest fire. The next day I flew back to NYC. But I didn’t come home empty handed; I brought the ever so lovely strep throat home with me (see what I mean about getting old, only old people get sick twice in a 2 week period). Even with the chills, fever, and swelling throat, I met this guy Adam on the plane. He lives in Connecticut (its about a 20 min drive from NYC) and he gave me ride home. Halleluiah!! There you have it. I will work on keeping the blogs shorter but equally as eventful from here on out….and come on give me some comments.
(I have pictures but this computer can seem to read the disk.....bummer)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Catching up to speed....Blogging
So here I go, attempting to capture snapshots of my life….maybe creating a false sense of worth, but regardless why not try. The intensity of a moment……… carried on for over a week without ever slowing; the reason why I love New York.
It started with a spontaneous trip to New Hampshire. That’s right New Hampshire…I wondered what was there too. I had never even considered it as place to go or even not go for that matter. A rental car in Jersey for a whopping 29 buckaroos a day. (Driving was fun) Due to the spontaneity of the trip we had no CD’s for the car, so we bought one album that was to be the sound track of the 5 hour drive, luckily for us the CD came with a free compilation that was really good (opening with a new Muse song…the ironic beginning and ending of my week) which came in quite handy as the drive was extended by hours into the traffic and rain…(but we did get to see a rainbow). I won’t bore you with the details, but I camped outside among the trees, made smores, swam in the lake, made soup in a stone pot on the fire, and met a group of really amazing people (they all worked in Project USE together, which I will tell about more later, because I am totally going to do it NEXT.) Three days later I returned to my very quaint neighborhood on the edge of this large city.
Monday is free movie night in Bryant Park. It’s not really about the movie; in fact I usually leave as the movie has barely gotten under way. But Jamie, the bartender at the local bar and a super hilarious person, goes all out for this. He makes it a feast of food and wine for the royal family. Then when we are there he befriends anyone in the vicinity, which is why the number of people (and the number of wine bottles grow exponentially every week). It is quite an experience… hundreds of people tipsy in the park watching old movies.
Tuesday, on a whim, I went to Jersey. I have known now for several weeks that the sandy shores of Jersey are quite amazing (I have even attempted surfing), but on this trip I learned a whole new side of amazing. Brace yourself. At night, when you swim in the ocean …….it glows. Yup that’s right. I was a little scared to go in that night because the water is no bathtub gulf of Mexico…its cold…really cold, colder than Barton Springs. But as I was tiptoeing in and noticed these amazing glowing bubbles that followed me through the water. I can totally see how Edna Pontellier was unable to resist the lure of the water.. That night I slept outside and went for a freezing cold morning swim before the ungodly hour of 6 am. But if one has to be at work by 730 am there is no better way to wake up than in the ocean…even if that means putting your work clothes on over your sandy, salt water incrusted self in the car while chowing down Duncan Donuts.
So after very little sleep I go to work at my school by 730 am and then I have to go straight to work at the restaurant…Blaue Gans. Sounds like it would be another terrible 16 hour workday, but this was a pivotal day. It was my last. I finally quit the restaurant.(which is part of the reason that I chose this web address because kids used to call me headuh, then the Germans at the restaurant called me headuh, and I felt the need to keep it alive somehow) I worked my shift and then turned in my locker keys. Though I might miss having Burenwurst sausage every now and then, it was a very satisfying moment.
Thursday I went to the Muse show at Hammerstein Ballroom (which is a rather amazing place, large but with a quaint feel). And I was exhausted and hungry (understandable since I had worked 16 hours the day before and having less than 5 hours of sleep a night for the past week) as I first waited for my friend, then as I waited in line, then as I waited for the first band to come… and get off, then as I waited a grueling 45 minutes, packed like baking sardines near the front of the stage, for Muse. I didn’t think I would make it. I was loosing steam fast. But once they started playing I was blown away! It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen or maybe felt. Now if only I could have been the glowing ocean while watching them play…I could have died completely content. I lost my voice, I was exhausted. But it was really great. No words do justice to the greatness of the show.
So there you have it, a snap shot of my week, a very eventful week. . ..(also I almost died yesterday. I was riding my bike and was almost plowed over by a huge blue van). But don’t worry there should be more to come because on Saturday I leave for another adventure.
It started with a spontaneous trip to New Hampshire. That’s right New Hampshire…I wondered what was there too. I had never even considered it as place to go or even not go for that matter. A rental car in Jersey for a whopping 29 buckaroos a day. (Driving was fun) Due to the spontaneity of the trip we had no CD’s for the car, so we bought one album that was to be the sound track of the 5 hour drive, luckily for us the CD came with a free compilation that was really good (opening with a new Muse song…the ironic beginning and ending of my week) which came in quite handy as the drive was extended by hours into the traffic and rain…(but we did get to see a rainbow). I won’t bore you with the details, but I camped outside among the trees, made smores, swam in the lake, made soup in a stone pot on the fire, and met a group of really amazing people (they all worked in Project USE together, which I will tell about more later, because I am totally going to do it NEXT.) Three days later I returned to my very quaint neighborhood on the edge of this large city.
Monday is free movie night in Bryant Park. It’s not really about the movie; in fact I usually leave as the movie has barely gotten under way. But Jamie, the bartender at the local bar and a super hilarious person, goes all out for this. He makes it a feast of food and wine for the royal family. Then when we are there he befriends anyone in the vicinity, which is why the number of people (and the number of wine bottles grow exponentially every week). It is quite an experience… hundreds of people tipsy in the park watching old movies.
Tuesday, on a whim, I went to Jersey. I have known now for several weeks that the sandy shores of Jersey are quite amazing (I have even attempted surfing), but on this trip I learned a whole new side of amazing. Brace yourself. At night, when you swim in the ocean …….it glows. Yup that’s right. I was a little scared to go in that night because the water is no bathtub gulf of Mexico…its cold…really cold, colder than Barton Springs. But as I was tiptoeing in and noticed these amazing glowing bubbles that followed me through the water. I can totally see how Edna Pontellier was unable to resist the lure of the water.. That night I slept outside and went for a freezing cold morning swim before the ungodly hour of 6 am. But if one has to be at work by 730 am there is no better way to wake up than in the ocean…even if that means putting your work clothes on over your sandy, salt water incrusted self in the car while chowing down Duncan Donuts.
So after very little sleep I go to work at my school by 730 am and then I have to go straight to work at the restaurant…Blaue Gans. Sounds like it would be another terrible 16 hour workday, but this was a pivotal day. It was my last. I finally quit the restaurant.(which is part of the reason that I chose this web address because kids used to call me headuh, then the Germans at the restaurant called me headuh, and I felt the need to keep it alive somehow) I worked my shift and then turned in my locker keys. Though I might miss having Burenwurst sausage every now and then, it was a very satisfying moment.
Thursday I went to the Muse show at Hammerstein Ballroom (which is a rather amazing place, large but with a quaint feel). And I was exhausted and hungry (understandable since I had worked 16 hours the day before and having less than 5 hours of sleep a night for the past week) as I first waited for my friend, then as I waited in line, then as I waited for the first band to come… and get off, then as I waited a grueling 45 minutes, packed like baking sardines near the front of the stage, for Muse. I didn’t think I would make it. I was loosing steam fast. But once they started playing I was blown away! It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen or maybe felt. Now if only I could have been the glowing ocean while watching them play…I could have died completely content. I lost my voice, I was exhausted. But it was really great. No words do justice to the greatness of the show.
So there you have it, a snap shot of my week, a very eventful week. . ..(also I almost died yesterday. I was riding my bike and was almost plowed over by a huge blue van). But don’t worry there should be more to come because on Saturday I leave for another adventure.
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