NYC
Hey, ended up going anyway. last minute, ok, hopefully this is the last time i have to type/tell this story, but here goes: i get back up on deck from team tables, i hear my name out of a room, and i yell back at it (in jest). It was LT, he calls me over there and i'm like "what's up, sir?" he says that "someone with 3 stars is saying that the army/navy and the houstonbowl weekend are mine no matter what" and that "if you still want the weekend, let me know" i tell him to hang on for 15 whilst i check the travel plans. i get my flight back. i go to practice, run for a while, get back up here, shower, go to class, come back, pack my shit, get out of here, bbbbbarely, and we're talkin' barely make the flight. get to NYC, get a ride from some random plebe that lives in long isl. and get a train to Penn Station for 7 quid. meet some cool aunt who has some sweet food for us. go to corry's place, get eggs at a diner early, sleep late, go running for a while in the city (awesome time.) it's cold, but doable. ali comes in, i'm stoaked. we go and do some stuff, go to sleep, wake up, go to the Met, meet one of corry's teachers, very cool lady, stole our goats in '86 with some whoops, very cool lady. try to help her with track lighting, but the concrete-like ceiling won't allow it without the help of a drill...whatever, saw lost in translation, that was awesome, i dont know why i liked it, but i did, and i just like bill murray, anyway. get up to come back here. train leaves at 0905, i get to BWI at 1158, i get picked up from BWI at 1314, I leave BWI at 1418, and get back to the yard at like 1528ish. Needless to say, i've been travelling all day, and I think i'm tired. i want to get ahead on some reading and shit so i dont have to do as much during the week...wait, this is hot, it's only a four day week, anyway....my mom is coming in with mark this weekend, so that should be cool. i dont know if we'll be able to get out on the water, dammit. this friggin ice is sorta leaving the severn, but it's still around the boathouse. whatever, the tigers 'carnegie' still has about 3-4 inches...sucks to be ya'll! ok, i'm going to get back to it, but that's my weekend in a nutshell. this is very stream of conscious, too...oooooh. great, i'm out. hope everyone had a great V-Day. this one was probably one of my best because, well, i had 3 breakfasts in NYC, how much better can it get than that?! Sorry to say, but I generally don't like that holiday. for everyone else, yo, that's fine. do whatever ya want, but i'm just saying that for me, it has always been shitty, and doing "nothing" is better than it being shitty, i spose. alright, later blokes and sheilas.