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Yesterday I saw, "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" with Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin. I thought it was great. Ben's family took me and as usual, we had great seats, and I thought the play was completely phenomenal. Gripping, hilarious, witty, painful...
Mr. Aune told me that he'd seen it earlier and hadn't liked it so much. He thought it was much too long, but it was only three hours and I never looked at my watch.
But that was pretty much my only excitement of the weekend. I got terribly ill on Friday and spent the entire afternoon retching in the nurse's office. I got my dad to pick me up at around 4:15, and I felt completely miserable. Also the nurse was doing me a huge favor by letting me chill in her office because she was becoming increasingly late for a meeting as my father inched along on the West Side Highway.
Saturday I felt much better, so I allowed myself to go to the play. But today was shitty again and I spent most of the day in bed. Surprisingly I'm not that hungry, even though I haven't really eaten anything more than a few bites of toast since Friday. Well, all the better for me.
However, what I did do was go out to brunch with my parents' friends from Boston and their two sons. They're sort of like the bizarre-o world Ben's family. Or like, the hick world Ben's family, rather. Both parents went to Ivies (like Ben's) both parents are psychiatrists (like Ben's) they have two sons with the same age difference as Ben and his brother, but that's pretty much where the similarities end. The two boys were shockingly ugly: both had a lot of acne and dry skin caused by acutane, bad haircuts, and were generally ignorant people. The parents are both smart and nice, but completely neurotic when it comes to their sons: for example, though the elder has had a license for a year, she didn't want him to drive the five blocks necessary to get on the highway because they're petrified of New York drivers. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't want to trust my family to a 17 year old either, but they had no objection to him driving on the highway or any other city, just New York. Also, Boston is notorious for it's terrible drivers. Other weird things about the family: though both parents don't have real religious beliefs/believe in God, they insist on going as a family to Jew services every Friday night (Sabbath, I guess...). Because it gives them a sense of family bonding. They also monitor what movies the kids are allowed to see and television shows. I have great qualms with this family.
Also, Ben's little brother invited me to his birthday party. That's actually really exciting to me. Ok so maybe the coolest party most people have been invited to in a long time wasn't a freshman birthday party, but hey, I redefine cool.
My mom made an executive decision on Friday night that involved staying home to take care of me (as I was puking every ten minutes and miserable). My dad was shocked, as he had thought going to see Liz's mom perform Cabaret at Fieldston was far more important that noticing his only child. To which my mom responds:
"But our baby is sick! I mean, we could leave her if we really HAD to. Like, if we had 200 dollar theater tickets or something." Thanks mom. Love ya.
Mr. Aune told me that he'd seen it earlier and hadn't liked it so much. He thought it was much too long, but it was only three hours and I never looked at my watch.
But that was pretty much my only excitement of the weekend. I got terribly ill on Friday and spent the entire afternoon retching in the nurse's office. I got my dad to pick me up at around 4:15, and I felt completely miserable. Also the nurse was doing me a huge favor by letting me chill in her office because she was becoming increasingly late for a meeting as my father inched along on the West Side Highway.
Saturday I felt much better, so I allowed myself to go to the play. But today was shitty again and I spent most of the day in bed. Surprisingly I'm not that hungry, even though I haven't really eaten anything more than a few bites of toast since Friday. Well, all the better for me.
However, what I did do was go out to brunch with my parents' friends from Boston and their two sons. They're sort of like the bizarre-o world Ben's family. Or like, the hick world Ben's family, rather. Both parents went to Ivies (like Ben's) both parents are psychiatrists (like Ben's) they have two sons with the same age difference as Ben and his brother, but that's pretty much where the similarities end. The two boys were shockingly ugly: both had a lot of acne and dry skin caused by acutane, bad haircuts, and were generally ignorant people. The parents are both smart and nice, but completely neurotic when it comes to their sons: for example, though the elder has had a license for a year, she didn't want him to drive the five blocks necessary to get on the highway because they're petrified of New York drivers. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't want to trust my family to a 17 year old either, but they had no objection to him driving on the highway or any other city, just New York. Also, Boston is notorious for it's terrible drivers. Other weird things about the family: though both parents don't have real religious beliefs/believe in God, they insist on going as a family to Jew services every Friday night (Sabbath, I guess...). Because it gives them a sense of family bonding. They also monitor what movies the kids are allowed to see and television shows. I have great qualms with this family.
Also, Ben's little brother invited me to his birthday party. That's actually really exciting to me. Ok so maybe the coolest party most people have been invited to in a long time wasn't a freshman birthday party, but hey, I redefine cool.
My mom made an executive decision on Friday night that involved staying home to take care of me (as I was puking every ten minutes and miserable). My dad was shocked, as he had thought going to see Liz's mom perform Cabaret at Fieldston was far more important that noticing his only child. To which my mom responds:
"But our baby is sick! I mean, we could leave her if we really HAD to. Like, if we had 200 dollar theater tickets or something." Thanks mom. Love ya.