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Sunday, July 30, 2006

Still kickin'

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Hey folks- sorry it's been a while. I know you're all on pins and needles. I've been spending the past few days in PA, having a much-needed visit with the fam. I've been looking forward to this visit since I booked the train ticket 2 months ago. As you probably know, I'm very close with my family, and not seeing them for 4 months is just not something I've done. Even though the rents came up last month, I hadn't seen my brother and sis-in-law since March. The only person missing was Ratface. :(

Anywho, we did it up right- crabfeast complete with sweet corn on the cob, chicken casserole, Amish macaroni salad, and berries with whipped cream. Oh, and beer- as you can see by the picture, my father is crazy. That's me in 30 years. Take a good long look- greatness!
I've visited with friends, seen people from high school who gained weight when I lost it (ha! who's gettin picked last night gym class NOW), and driven. The air is fresh- but humid, the nights are quiet, and I haven't been rushing to do a thing.

On my run with Wren tonight, he made some great points- what would make him 95% content is if Hanover had a Thai restaurant, an Indian restaurant, and a nice, non-smoking bar. Well Wren, Starbucks will be opening soon enough- I think your 95%-ness is on its way!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Everybody's Favorite Crazy

It seems the devil herself, Ann Coulter, believes former President Clinton to be a bit gay.
If anyone I know actually subscribes to this crazy bitch's philosophies, I don't want to know about it.

Bored to the Max

Work has been...slow, to say the least. I'm certainly not complaining- I get paid to sit and read interesting things on the internet, while relaxing in free air conditioning. And to be honest, the days haven't been TOO slow, so it's all good. My boss directed me to the MoOM, which is a GREAT time waster. It's pretty interesting and informative, too. Some of my favorites include Book Covers, grocery lists, and the patents.
Check it out!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Vacay

I'm in serious need of an escape from New York. I don't know how people live their entire lives here, without ever leaving. There are those people, you know. Those people who believe that everything you could ever possibly need is here in New York City, so there is no reason to ever go anywhere else. Apparently these people aren't familiar with fresh air, space, and deodorant. Well I, for one, am really looking forward to getting out of Gotham this weekend- and next.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, Robert and I are headed to Chicago for a weekend of eating, drinking, and general merry-making. I've never been to Chitown, so I'm really looking forward to it. Next weekend, or next Thursday evening to be exact, I'm headed to Hanover to visit my parents. A nice 4-day weekend in a small town, with fresh air, space, and deodorant-wearing people. I'm looking forward to no subway, no 8.1 million people, and my mom making dinner for me.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

My new favorite blog

I've linked The Daily Dump, but I felt the need to share this particularly hilarious story. Doesn't it sound like something that would happen in Baltimore?


While doing our classic “hung-over brunch / aimlessly wander around town buying things we don’t need to do our part in fostering consumerism in America” thing this past Sunday, The Girlfriend and I found ourselves outside a McDonald’s on 57th St. Normally we wouldn’t even think about going inside, because while I’ll gladly eat their food when I’m on a road trip and it’s the only restaurant for miles, I’m far too judgmental and swayed by popular opinion to eat it under normal circumstances. But this time, The Girlfriend saw a sign in the window for Premium Iced Coffee. And seeing as how she had only ingested about 24 ounces of coffee thus far, and you know it being “premium” and all, she had to get one.

We walk inside and there are four registers open, all with lines eight people deep. We eye one another and know what to do: we each pick a different line and take our place at the end. In my estimation this is one of the most valuable parts of being in a long-term relationship – being able to stand on different lines and the person who gets to the head of the line first (or the “winner”) being joined by the other person (the “loser”) to complete the transaction. In new relationships you can’t possibly get away with this because, obviously, if the two of you are together you MUST be engaged in some sort of conversation or physical contact. Luckily, with “love” comes “convenience,” except when that “love” turns to “boiling hatred and resentment,” in which case the ensuing heartbreak and loneliness, which is often too much to bear, can be decidedly “inconvenient.” (Good luck, kids!)

Just before I get to the head of the line first (winner), I motion to The Girlfriend (the loser) to a sign plastered above the registers. It reads:

SMILE GUARANTEE

If we do not SMILE before you pay,
you get a FREE Small French Fry or Hash Brown.
PLEASE PLAY! . . . TRY TO CATCH US!

I have noticed that up to this point several customers in front of me have been complaining about their orders and stomped away huffing with indignation, which was confusing because we’re in a McDonald’s and everyone knows there’s no dignity within the walls of a McDonald’s. Moreover, none of these customers received a smile nor did they subsequently demand a small order of French fries for the transgression. In any event, I knew that my order would be easy. I approach the register and confidently say, “One large iced coffee,” in a tone that suggests, “You’re welcome for giving you such an easy order. We can all use a break sometimes.”

What transpires in beyond ludicrous. I’ve decided to formulate a multiple choice quiz to let you, the reader, guess what did or did not happen. Here we go:

After I say, “One large iced coffee,” the middle-aged woman behind the counter:

a) fills a large cup with iced coffee.
b) does nothing.
c) tells me to drink my coffee hot, like a man.
d) licks the palm of her hand and fixes her hair.

Answer: b. She stares past me, as though contemplating the enormity of the outside world, or trying to remember the next line in that Shakira song.

When she asks me for my order again, and I again tell her “One large iced coffee,” she:

a) fills a large cup with iced coffee.
b) gets me a hamburger and fries.
c) begins filling a cup with banana syrup.
d) says, “Oh, that’s right. Shakira, Shakira . . .”

Answer: c. The Girlfriend and I watch, confused, as she combines banana syrup and coffee with no ice. As she brings it back to us, The Girlfriend says, “We actually didn’t want any syrup in it. Just iced coffee. A large, iced coffee,” deliberately separating the adjectives to perhaps explain what we wanted in a different way, that it was a coffee that is both large and iced.

After another employee comes over to help sort out the order on the computer screen (?) the original cashier:

a) fills a large cup with iced coffee.
b) quits on the spot.
c) walks to the work station and pours the banana coffee from one large cup to another.
d) offers me an apple pie.

Answer: c. We again watch dumbfounded as she pours the concoction from one cup to another and begins adding ice. We say, almost in unison, “What the . . .?” I shout over the counter, “No, we didn’t want the banana coffee. Whichever cup it’s in.”

At this point, the woman:

a) finally understands and fills a large cup with iced coffee.
b) says, “But bananas are good for you,” and takes a sip of the coffee.
c) short-circuits and breaks down, revealing that she is actually a robot.
d) tries to convince me that what she is holding is not, in fact, the same banana coffee.

Answer: d. I explain that I watched her, from 10 feet away, pour the drink from one cup to another. Again, another employee comes over and asks what the problem is. I ask the new employee if they could please get our large iced coffee for us.

The new employee then:

a) fills a large cup with iced coffee.
b) explains to me that that’s not how McDonald’s works.
c) says, “I’m sorry, she’s new here.”
d) says, “And by ‘here’ I mean ‘the world.’”

Answer: a. Three cheers for employee #2! She places the iced coffee on the counter in front of us and The Girlfriend asks if it is sweetened. Employee #2 answers, “If I didn’t put any sugar in then it is not sweetened.” Cryptic. The Girlfriend then asks if they have Splenda.

Employee #2:

a) says “yes” and gets some Splenda.
b) says “yes” and does nothing.
c) says “no” and does nothing.
d) says “I can’t believe it’s taken us 10 minutes to get you an iced coffee.”

Answer: b. Employee #2 stood there motionless as though she were hypnotized and we had failed to register the correct trigger word. After a solid ten seconds, The Girlfriend says, “Can I have some?”

What happens next is:

a) Employee #2 again says “yes” and does nothing.
b) Employee #2 says “no.”
c) Employee #2 is suddenly inflicted with the miraculous stigmata.
d) A unicorn flies through the open door and places a large iced coffee at the feet of The Girlfriend.

Answer: a. It’s like talking to a coat rack in a McDonald’s uniform. Finally, after another ten seconds of emotionless, vacant staring, Employee #2 says, “How many?” The Girlfriend says, “Two,” and as Employee #2 hands over the packets she says, “I thought you wanted the whole box!”

The Girlfriend and I glance around and slowly back away from the counter. I have Century 21 flashbacks. We hurry over to leave and as The Girlfriend raises the drink to her mouth I notice out of the corner of my eye that she has suddenly stopped with the drink inches from her face.

I glance over wide eyed at:

a) a hamburger floating in the iced coffee.
b) a tongue depressor sticking out of the top of the iced coffee.
c) “HELP ME” written in blood on the side of the cup.
d) The Girlfriend, because she is beautiful.

Answer: b. I didn’t even know McDonald’s had tongue depressors, besides the fact that I’m pretty sure tongue depressors have been obsolete for decades, except for building replica log cabins.

As we exit the McDonald’s and The Girlfriend enjoys her hard fought iced coffee I can only think one thing: What the hell would have happened had I enforced the Smile Guarantee? Because I can assure you that at no time in the 10 minute long interpretive drama we enacted was there ever a smile or even the suggestion that a smile was possible. The thing is, I know that I could never be the guy who, after he was handed his change, said, “Gotcha! You never smiled! I’ll take, hmm, fries or hash browns, fries or hash browns . . . I’ll take the fries. This is awesome, I thought at the end there you were going to smile and I was going to lose it, but then you were like ‘Here’s your change,’ with a straight face and I was like, ‘Yes!’” Maybe if I was drunk, or if someone removed the gland that regulates my response to emotion, but never during the ordinary course of events could I tell a MCDONALD’S EMPLOYEE that because they didn’t smile while serving her 75th Big Mac of the day that I was cashing in on their despair.

HOWEVER, I have to say that on Sunday, June 18th, I toed the line of being the kind of guy who could do that. Maybe it was situation specific, maybe I’ve been wrong and mimosas really do have alcohol in them. Whatever it was, I almost demanded a free small French fries from a deadpan woman who could not even fill a large cup with iced coffee. And I’m not proud of that, but at the same time I understand that a higher intuition was in play when I walked away from the situation.

Because I’m pretty sure if I had stood there and tried to explain the Smile Guarantee to that woman, I would:

a) be on the lam for murder.
b) still be there, correcting them when they hand me a container filled with ketchup.
c) still be there, sitting in a circle on the floor with the employees reading a children’s book to them.
d) wake up in a mental institution muttering over and over, “Why couldn’t she just smile?”

Bro, dog, bro!

I still think Midtown is the mouth of Hell.

Ein bier, bitte

Prost!

Monday, July 17, 2006

I'll stand by it

Wow. Any woman who thinks she might want to be a mom someday- especially a mom in NYC- should read New York Magazine's article on mommies.
I've said it before and I'll say it again- I'm in no rush to get married, and if I ever decide that kids are for me, it ain't gonna happen in this city. That shit is too real.

Ho- Hum

Well folks, it's another day of doing absolutely nothing here at "work". I should be so lucky. Summers are pretty dead around the office, and being that we just ended the fiscal year, the gifts aren't exactly piling up just yet. So, I basically sit around, waiting for a project or task, and exhausting my daily visits to my preferred websites. *Sigh.*
Some highlights of this week:
- Chicago! I'm so excited to see Terry and to eat good food/go to the beach/check out the city. Fun times.
- My restaurant week date with Jonathan at Orsay! Normally, I could never afford the joint (and I'm even on a budget for this special), but at $35 for 3 courses, I say let's do it. Yay for upscale dining!
- NYPhil in the park tomorrow night, and Upright Citizens Brigade in the park Wednesday night. Also, my friend Alissa's birthday party is Wednesday night at a lil jazz club called Sin Sin. I can't possibly do all of these things, lest I'll have no time for laundry and the gym. So I've got to make some decisions.
- My audition at Trinity Wall St. today. Pretty much the bomb of church jobs, but I don't want to get my hopes up. Just send some positive thoughts!

Now get back to work! I know I will.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Making Strides

Well folks, I completed my first 5 mile run last night, and you know what? I'm not dead! I participated in the Nike/Ipod run with my friend Alison and some of her fellow serious runners. At first, I thought it was only going to be 3 miles, which is fine because I can do that. But then, as we were stretching, the run pacers reminded us to "take it easy because it's really hot and 5 miles is not a short distance". Uhhhh what? 5? Um, probably not. Alison assured me that she would keep my pace and that I could totally do it. "Sure", I said. "I could totally do it if I had ever RUN 5 consecutive miles before. This is cold turkey!" But she was confident in me. Good thing, too...cause if she hadn't been there with me for the whole thing, I doubt I would have finished. I would have reached the 3 mile mark and said, "K. This is where I stop." But I didn't; and that is empowering. Of course, after the race I was pretty nauceous and pretty much felt like shit after that post-run high wore off, but them's the breaks. Now that I know I can do a 5 miler, I think I'll try a 7 next. That is, when it's not 100 degrees outside.
So Jonathan- maybe I will do the Philly half with you in September!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Don't Let Go

This sucks.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My cousin and his wife are expecting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You must understand, babies aren't too common in my family. All of my cousins are older- some of their children are in college. Plus, I was a bit too young to ever pal around with most of them. But Chris, the cousin closest to my age, and his wife are going to be parents and that is exciting! Now it's time for Steve and Rosie to start reproducing- babies will abound!

Hey, since I ain't havin' one any time soon, I can go ahead and put pressure on those around me, right?

Thanks for noticing

I've been wearing new glasses for almost a week, and today is the first time a co-worker has said "Did you get new glasses? I like them!"
Thanks. Apparently I'm really noticeable.
In fact, the only people who noticed I was wearing new specs are my roommates; and Nakia- but I told her I got new glasses before I actually wore them in front of her. I guess I'm a bit put off because I'm the type of person who always notices little things. I can always tell when someone gets a haircut, or changes hair color even slightly, or is more tan, or thinner, or fatter- whathaveyou. So, thanks for noticing. Or not noticing.

Idiots

I seem to remember a time, about 6 years ago, when there was a major uprising over an article published in The Onion about Harry Potter. There was some major concern over the "black magic" implications in Harry Potter- and it all stemmed from a fictitional article in America's favorite news source.
Well, it seems complete fools are at it again. Ever hear of a little somethin' called humor?

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

OK, it's not funny...but it is.

Zidane.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Break out the knee brace

This is my 100th post of the day- can you tell I'm incredibly bored?
Anyway, my friend Alison just called and invited me to go running with her on Thursday. No problem. Then she tells me that we'll be meeting at Niketown- the (go figure) Nike store in Manhattan- to join a ton of other runners who are trying out the new Nike/Ipod combo. It's a pretty badass invention, but for me, not worth the money. Besides, I'm flat footed, so I already require motion control shoes, and I don't think the Ipod shoes are built for someone like me. But I digress.
Going running with Alison is one thing, but going running with an entire GROUP is another. I only run, on average, about 8 miles a week. That ain't a whole lot, folks. I really hate running, but I feel like it's something that I have to do. It's a great way to clear my head, test my body, and exhaust myself. It's kind of masochistic for me. Not that I'm into that or anything. AHEM. ANYway- needless to say, I'm a bit nervous. Alison ran the New York marathon last year, so she's used to being able to run for hours, much like Terry. I'm used to running for 30 minutes and then calling it a day. Ever since I moved here, Alison has been after me to do races with her. She's also convinced I can do a half-marathon (no way), saying that if I can run 3 miles, I can run 13. Mhm. Right.
So I guess we'll see what happens on Thursday. I do like running in races, because running with large groups of people motivates me. I guess I'll just keep telling myself that while I try to hide my exhaustion.

I DID root for France...

but GOOD GOD, Italy.

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At Robert's request...

...an oldie, but a goodie from the Onion. Holla!

I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear.

The end of the fiscal year was 2 weeks ago, and since then, my job has been yawnsville. Not that I'm complaining- I like my job, I like the people, I like the fact that it's stress-free and I can talk to my boss about things like my top 5 Smiths songs, or Stuff on my cat.
Anyway, the end of the fiscal year apparently means party time! Excellent! So this Friday, my office heads up to Baker Field (which is practically in Siberia at the northern tip of Manhattan), for softball, kickball, and a catered BBQ. Sweet. The question is, what do I wear? I work out on a regular basis, so I have gym shorts, tee shirts, tank tops, whathaveyou. But I can't imagine some of my co-workers in Underarmour (nor do I want to), so I'm stuck. My boss (of Smiths/cat fame) suggested that I "come more formal (whatever that means), and pack a bag if you get sweaty." IF I get sweaty?? We're playing sports in the 90 degree weather- I'll be a drowned rat upon arrival. I really only own one pair of non-gym shorts (I'm not a fan of shorts)- and they are red. So what do I wear- the red shorts and a tee shirt? Or do I just show up in my gym clothes? Is it unprofessional to wear a sports bra to a work event?

La dolce vita

Man, maybe I should consider moving to Italy, rather than Great Britain. Who knew the English were so much like us?

Friday, July 07, 2006

Right on

Every New Yorker should memorize this.

I'm sure no one really cares about this but me...

BUT. I'm irritated because there are 2 excellent rock shows happening here the weekend I'll be visiting my folks. GRRR.
1st show- Bloc Party and Mew, playing a FREE show in Brooklyn at the McCarren Park Pool. Do you KNOW how much I've longed to see Bloc Party live? They are from the UK- they don't come to the US often. Dammit!
2nd show- Midlake- a very cool band from Denton, Texas- playing at the Mercury Lounge- I could most likely get into this show for free as well 'cause I got the hook up. Roar!

OH well. This is New York- I'm sure both bands will be back, and I will have the chance to see each one of them again.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Uhhhh

Baltimore may be full of murderers, but THIS shit is whack:


A man grabbed two cordless power saws off a subway station workbench and went on a rampage Thursday, swinging the saws at riders and slicing open a man's chest before running away, police said. The 64-year-old victim, whose name was not released, was hospitalized in critical but stable condition. Police were searching for the suspect, described by witnesses as a thin man in his 30s, who had earrings in both ears and was possibly carrying a teddy bear. The attack occurred before dawn at a subway station a few blocks south of Columbia University. Wielding a saw in each hand, the man took a swipe at one rider on a platform and missed, police said. Moments later, he cut into the man's chest at a turnstile before bolting out of the station, still carrying the power tools, which were later found in a trash can.

To the Roots

Last night I had dinner with my semi-famous singer friend, James. Most of you know about James from his appearance in Opera News, and from his debut at Wolf Trap. And, of course, his dreamboat status doesn't allow one to forget that he's easy on the eyes.
At any rate, I hadn't seen James in two years. I guess when one bounces around the globe, singing in Germany, Italy, Austria, Japan, and the US, free time is a bit of an issue. Nonetheless, James decided to take this summer off so he can relax and spend time with family and friends before his globetrotting starts again the in fall. He will be making his NYC Opera debut in the fall, in Boheme of course, and I'm pleased to say that there will be a huge WVU contingent to represent. After that, I think he's off to Germany, Belgium, Germany again, the States, and Canada. Not too shabby.
I joked with James, asking him if Opera News would be at the restaurant to take photographs. He just laughed and said, "That was 2 years ago!" No but seriously, where are the photographers? I'm wearing a cute outfit on purpose.
We talked about WVU days, friends, family, career, food, drink, etc. I sort of felt like I was interviewing him- I asked him all about where he stays when he's singing in Hamburg, and what his castmates are like, and whether or not he knows Renee Fleming. (To which he responded, "Oh yeah! She's great. I know her pretty well, actually. I went to a birthday party not too long ago, and we were seated beside each other. She's really sweet. Oh, and she lives on Central Park South.") Of course she does!
Another GREAT point that James made was the fact that perserverance is key in this business. I told him that so many singers I know (listen up you guys!) get deflated when the rejection letter comes, or go into an audition with a bad attitude. He agreed that a dreary outlook reads all over one's face, and that a positive outlook is really the only way to go. "They can read your body language. Even if you think they aren't paying attention, they are." A-greed. He also said that even at his professional level, rejection is a still a fact. "I don't always get every job. I audition for many things, and don't even get a second look. It's never totally easy, at any level." I think that's a great piece of mind.
So I look forward to his City Opera debut, where I can act like a proud parent while bawling through 'Che gelida manina'. Oh, and he's single, ladies!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Yesterday's kielbasa sure was tastey

From today's Gawker:


Like consuming the flesh of ruminants in convenient tube-steak form but worry that the anuses and hooves you're eating might not be first quality? Well, if you went to a barbecue this weekend run by the kind of twat for whom grass-fed is a mantra and organic is a way of life, you may very well have been consuming "the politically correct frankfurter," a trend to whichThe Times devotes vast Dining In acreage this morning. Hot dog sales, as it turns out, have been in decline, what with consumer concern over the safety of the udders and nitrites they are essentially composed of (hot dogs, we mean, although if you take a look inside the average American consumer we doubt there's a whole lot of difference). Pasture-fed animals who live lives of gentle ease before having their lips and udders ground up and stuffed into natural casing are the wave of the future: Now you can have your hot dog, eat it too, and still be the kind of sanctimonious prick who complains about cruelty to lobsters while you stuff your Whole Foods canvas bag full of organic radicchio that was picked by some kid making five cents an hour.

C U in Hell

I've really grown to hate the text message. For the first year of having a cell phone, I didn't even know what a text message was, until one day my phone made a strange "Bits 'n Bytes" noise, and boom- a text message. Now, granted, the text message is great for short bits of information, like "Be there soon" or "Thanks again!" or "Wanna make out?" But long sentences or entire paragraphs? No. Text messages are so impersonal; moreso than emails or instant messages. "At least then you have a keyboard", my boss says.
I've never really been a fan of the text message, but my recent hate for it grew out of a "relationship" I had that seems to have ended...in a text message. I use the quotations because I don't know how to name what exactly was going on with "Kevin." (I do, however, know how to name Kevin, but I won't name exact names.) We had been seeing each other for a little over a month, with the text message being his preferred method of communication. At first, I didn't mind. I told myself that maybe he was working, or in a loud place where talking on the phone would be difficult. But when I could count on one hand the number of times he actually called me, I started to get irritated. It became pretty clear that not only were the text messages the only way he would get in touch with me, but they were also the only form of communication he would answer. I left many voicemails for him- never returned phone calls. Emails? Yeah- he responded when we first started seeing each other, but as the weeks progressed, my inbox remained empty.
The text message disgust reached its pinnacle when plans with him (yet again) were foiled, and the last attempt at communication was indeed a text message. "Honestly", I thought to myself, "I guess actually speaking to me on the phone is just too much work. Either that, or he realizes that he's in the wrong here and doesn't want to hear the disappointment in my voice. Or, he's a completely oblivious boy (wouldn't be the first time), and is easily distracted by whatever is going on around him." Whatever the case may be, the text message pretty much sealed the deal for me and Kevin.
So the next time you're thinking of sending a breezy message to someone, make sure they are down with the text. Otherwise, this impersonal and time-wasting method of communication will be all in vain.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Firecracker, Firecracker, Boom boom boom

I'm sitting on the couch, in the air conditioning, watching the Macy's fireworks, but also hearing the Macy's fireworks. It's sort of strange. It looks like a lot of fun- there are a lot happy Americans watching this huge display- apparently they don't mind the humidity. I do.
I spent my July 4th untraditionally watching the Germany/Italy match (and I'm pissed btw- both England and Germany are now out. Now I have to root for France.) The beer garden was packed with many many people- Germans, Italians, and we Americans who wish we were European. Or, at least, know that Europe has cooler sports. The beer flowed, the kielbasa sizzled, and Nikki, Ryan, and I sweated through both overtimes and left- exhausted. Now, I never really have any specific plans for July 4th. Some people are always at the beach on the 4th, or always have a party, or always go to the same BBQ, but not me. When I was a kid, the most we ever did was buy sparklers and light those in the backyard before going to the high school to see the fireworks. (There was a decent view from the high school and you didn't have to fight the crowd at Moul Field.)
But for some reason, I felt particularly homesick today. I don't know if it's the anticipation of going home in a few weeks, to a nice, quiet place where there aren't 100 people in every direction at all times; or seeing all the families together on TV; or sitting in the air conditioning while watching TV. My parents live in an old house, where there is no central A/C. So I grew up with window units, and usually, we only turned on the window unit in the dining room. So when it was really hot, we'd all sit in the living room, watching TV or playing games or whatever, enjoying the cold before trekking upstairs to the hot bedrooms. As little kids, Ashley and I shared a bedroom in the summer because I was the one with the window unit. That's when the F.G. was invented... But that's another story.
So I'm looking forward to going back to Hanover in a few weeks. I remember Jonathan telling me that sometimes when he's in Hanover, it's hard for him to want to come back to New York. When he told me that, I thought he was crazy. (I was still in Balto.) But now I know what he means.

Monday, July 03, 2006

The 3 month mark

Oh how I wish I wasn't sitting at my work desk today- doing absolutely nothing. Neither of my bosses are here today; in fact, 80% of the office is out on vacation. However, I don't really have any vacay time built up, so I'm here. At least it's cool inside and I'll probably get to leave early. Fingers crossed.
This is going to be an extremely unexciting (is that a word?) post today. I really have no fun stories or new things to report. I spent the weekend with Ryan and Nikki, from World Cuppage to SoHo to sweaty Astoria. I think I might be spending part of tomorrow with Nakia and her crazy family. I can't wait. Just as long as they don't mind me watching the Germany game.
So that's the news from Lake Wobegon. Where the women are strong, the men are good-looking, and the children are average.