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Rocky came up for half of Pratt's spring break and half of OU's. His flight was suppose to come in at 1 am, but instead got in around 3:30am. This happens everytime. At least the cab ride from LGA to my apartment was $25 this time, rather than the $60 plus hour long subway ride from Newark at Thanksgiving.
Rocky wore a lot of bright colors, and kinda, maybe looked like a poet? I'm not sure.
Thursday we waited on the cable guy. :-(
Friday we went to Philadelphia to see the King Tut exhibit. OMG, save your money. Nothing special was there, the whole place smelled like a elementary school classroom.
The weather started shitty, and never got better. We walked from the Chinatown Bus place to the northern end of the Independence Complex. Not knowing when we would meet Laura, we waited on her phone calls in the brand new cheesy Visitors' Center. After getting coffee and walking around and getting a bus map and making fun of Texans, we played with the computer of tourist fun.
I looked like a terrorist apparently.
So Laura finally came. We got at a Pho place. Pho is always funny to Rocky and me. We went on our first date at Sooner Pho, but they were out of beef broth, which sucked. Then we went there with Brian and Alexis once, and again, they were out of beef broth. Wtf? Can't you store that shit overnight? Anyway, Sooner Pho sucks, and now we can't go nostalgically go back to our first date spot. Thank god we'll always have the Library.
This place was okay though.
Hmm, the weather kept sucking. Laura drove us to bicycle store Rocky just had to visit. I am a nice girlfriend. Then she dropped us off at the Franklin Institute, and then we wasted $50 fucking bucks seeing the same Egyptian shit every other museum has. Ugh.
Here am I in a clogged artery.
Maybe this is a bike? Low center of gravity thing.
We went to a indoor farmers' market thing. They are all over Pennsylvania. This was tiny espresso. In this picture you can see the ring I got Rocky for his birthday which he hates, and his busted ass fingernail he lost moving me up here. It will never be normal.
The day got much better after this because I started drinking. The snow was pretty deep when we left the museum. Rocky's bike friend, and OU Honors College Professor Rich Hamerla is living in Philly now. We tried to take a bus to see him, but then ended up just walking in the freezing cold. I was so exhausted, and hungry, and weak at this point. I got a beer and a burger. The beer acted much faster. About an hour before our bus was to leave, we learned they had all been cancelled. Now that we had the whole night, Rich led us on a South Philly pub crawl.
I have not had that much to drink in forever. My theory about how I was able to drink so much relies on the fact that I had NO responsibilities. Rich was paying, no one had to drive home, and I had nothing to do the next day. All three together is a rare occurrence. I had like 8 or 9 drinks. OMG. Maybe never again. I alternated between the verge of tears to running around singing the "Rocky" theme song. And the snow was about a foot deep.
Still coherent.
Rocky song?
This bar only had Pabst paraphernalia. I had several to celebrate. Oh, and apparently some whisky shots. Bad idea.
The best part of the whole night, well morning, is waking up and putting my shoes on, and seeing the meaningless faux straps all undone. When I passes out, fully dressed, Rocky undid them, neglecting entirely the zippers. This image in my head is so cute. Sorry.
So we woke up, got dressed, trekked back up to Chinatown. I was so cold, wet, and miserable.
St. Patrick's Day, my parents came, Natural History Museum, lots of food and beer, MoMA, stuff. Fun.
March 21st was our anniversary so that was nice. I got Rocky "The Science of Sleep", and he gave me an umbrella. The umbrella is now broken and the movie was left here. Damn.
Rocky left, my parents stayed. We tried to go to Norma's for brunch, but my dad didn't want to wait. To make everyone happy my mom gave me money and told me to take a friend.
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Laura came up this weekend. I took her. However, she didn't send me any pictures of herself, so it looks like I ate alone.
Yum! A bigass bowl of grapefruit already out of the rind. No work, all pleasure.
This Eggs Florentine had a little too much cooked spinach and never enough English Muffin.
This was Laura's best visit yet. I'm so glad we had each other so close this year, otherwise we might not have made it.
Friday night a whole gaggle of us went to see Grindhouse. Fucking awesome. Afterwards--the Patriot.
Alexis was in town. So many friends!!!! Someone buy her a compass though.
Coy- Off with Aaron. He won, but it's the angle of the camera.
I was trying to mimic the priest pouring the communion wine into a glass, but I look like a serial killer instead. Okay.
Nate is having his going away party the day we were going to have a Land-run Party. WTF dude!!??!
I am such a sweetheart beer angel.
I guess these cats are homeless?
There were no humans, just two cats in sweaters, some bags, open Friskee's cans, and a jar for money. Hmm.
This was an exhibit about an independent woman in Fin-de-Siecle New York. She rode a bike.
Here's a quote. "Bicycling has done more to emancipate women than any other one thing in the world. It gives her a feeling of self-reliance, and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammeled womanhood." -Susan B. Anthony.
We finally went to the Brooklyn Bridge.
That is my new 'tourist' pose. Aaron just wears that hat, I guess.
Comedy Club, and then Katz's Deli. Most confusing restaurant to date.
But some damn good Roast Beef.
Everyone went home, back to the grind. 25 days left in my semester.
xoxo, Judie