mio Dio
First, a few random things, then we'll get to the nitty gritty, ie the best New Years EVEr. (I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself. Really, it's uncontrollable...)
Ok, I had the Best New Year's Celebration! For real!
We'll start on Sunday, but you need to know that the weeks before had been going really well. A change in tides happened without any change in circumstance, I just started coping better? I don't know, really. All at once the things that were bad didn't really matter anymore, and I had a chance to focus on the good things. And when you get down to it, there is a lot of good.
Sunday: I had to work on Sunday, being a drug mule. I knew I had to work, but I was so absurdly eager to get to Philly I could barely stand still. But I told myself early on, and I told Allison too, because she's an anxious sort, that the name of the game was "Go with the flow." Probably if we hadn't started off with that, the entire trip would have been awful and stressful, but we did, so it wasn't. Usually, my Sunday run last about 2-2.5 hours... except today. On the day I would have done almost anything to get out early, I had to drive a hospice delivery to Sylvan Beach, and I had several stops that aren't usually for the weekend. Driving around, I kept breathing deeply and muttering "Patience is a virtue" over and over. I ended up actually picking Al up and switching cars (we took her automatic) during the run so we could hop on the road as soon as I dropped off my paperwork. 5:30-ish, we were on the road...
It was a good trip. We talked and joked listened to music the whole way down. Pie. And then (dun, dun, dun)... So, we get into Jersey, right? And we go to the Collingswood station at about 10:45, because we were planning on coming back to visit Andy on NYD, and both machines were out of change. Oh-kay. Wawa! I had been waxing ecstatic over Wawa for about an hour already, so this didn't upset me at all, however when we got there they were just closed. Well, I said, we'll just go to Westmont. So we drive over to Westmont Station. Guess what?! No change! Luckily, there was a guy there, and I asked if he could change a twenty. He couldn't, but he very graciously handed us two one dollar bills so we could get on the train. (Thanks, guy!) We get on the train, and head to the city...
At about 11:40, I asked if she'd rather try and rush to make it to our destination by midnight recognizing that we probably wouldn't make it anyway, or if she'd rather take a walk through Philly and I'd show her some things, thereby definitely missing the dropping ball. We get off at 13th and Locust, and start heading toward the waterfront. I show her where I used to work, Broad street, South street, side streets, where I met the cute Italian, cobblestones, where I got pierced, Jims Steaks, etc. At two til we walking into Washington Square park, and stopped. Why walk when you can be surrounded by trees? I had brought a bottle of homemade wine for our hosts, which we cracked open with very little hesitance (Sorry! You'll get some eventually). We toasted the year past, and to the future, and each other, and the fireworks exploding over the building in the distance. There are pictures which I'll post later.
Monday AM redux: We continue to walk, rather drunkenly (homemade wine packs a powerful punch) to where we're going. We get there, and the party is over! So we aquire just about my favorite couple in the world, Meg and Aaron (heretoafter referred to 'Megron', or 'Megaron'), and walk and talk all the way to Meg's. The rest is somewhat fuzzy. I remember giving Aaron a back massage. I remember smoking a little bit of a bowl, and a couple cigarettes, and then going to bed.
I'm going to stop there, even though there are two more days to go. I've been sitting in this coffeeshop going on three hours, which, although by no means an extended period for me, I feel that I need to get out of here and do something else with my day. Maybe a nap. Hey! I was excessively productive yesterday! I had nothing planned for today! I deserve it.
More to come...
- If I were to play guitar, I'd want to play like this guy.
- I miss speaking Italian. Maybe when I get back to Philly I can find someone who will reteach me.
- I love grapeleaves and hoomus. I love hoomus on grapeleaves. The place where I bought the hoomus, that's how they spelled it, so.
Ok, I had the Best New Year's Celebration! For real!
We'll start on Sunday, but you need to know that the weeks before had been going really well. A change in tides happened without any change in circumstance, I just started coping better? I don't know, really. All at once the things that were bad didn't really matter anymore, and I had a chance to focus on the good things. And when you get down to it, there is a lot of good.
Sunday: I had to work on Sunday, being a drug mule. I knew I had to work, but I was so absurdly eager to get to Philly I could barely stand still. But I told myself early on, and I told Allison too, because she's an anxious sort, that the name of the game was "Go with the flow." Probably if we hadn't started off with that, the entire trip would have been awful and stressful, but we did, so it wasn't. Usually, my Sunday run last about 2-2.5 hours... except today. On the day I would have done almost anything to get out early, I had to drive a hospice delivery to Sylvan Beach, and I had several stops that aren't usually for the weekend. Driving around, I kept breathing deeply and muttering "Patience is a virtue" over and over. I ended up actually picking Al up and switching cars (we took her automatic) during the run so we could hop on the road as soon as I dropped off my paperwork. 5:30-ish, we were on the road...
It was a good trip. We talked and joked listened to music the whole way down. Pie. And then (dun, dun, dun)... So, we get into Jersey, right? And we go to the Collingswood station at about 10:45, because we were planning on coming back to visit Andy on NYD, and both machines were out of change. Oh-kay. Wawa! I had been waxing ecstatic over Wawa for about an hour already, so this didn't upset me at all, however when we got there they were just closed. Well, I said, we'll just go to Westmont. So we drive over to Westmont Station. Guess what?! No change! Luckily, there was a guy there, and I asked if he could change a twenty. He couldn't, but he very graciously handed us two one dollar bills so we could get on the train. (Thanks, guy!) We get on the train, and head to the city...
At about 11:40, I asked if she'd rather try and rush to make it to our destination by midnight recognizing that we probably wouldn't make it anyway, or if she'd rather take a walk through Philly and I'd show her some things, thereby definitely missing the dropping ball. We get off at 13th and Locust, and start heading toward the waterfront. I show her where I used to work, Broad street, South street, side streets, where I met the cute Italian, cobblestones, where I got pierced, Jims Steaks, etc. At two til we walking into Washington Square park, and stopped. Why walk when you can be surrounded by trees? I had brought a bottle of homemade wine for our hosts, which we cracked open with very little hesitance (Sorry! You'll get some eventually). We toasted the year past, and to the future, and each other, and the fireworks exploding over the building in the distance. There are pictures which I'll post later.
Monday AM redux: We continue to walk, rather drunkenly (homemade wine packs a powerful punch) to where we're going. We get there, and the party is over! So we aquire just about my favorite couple in the world, Meg and Aaron (heretoafter referred to 'Megron', or 'Megaron'), and walk and talk all the way to Meg's. The rest is somewhat fuzzy. I remember giving Aaron a back massage. I remember smoking a little bit of a bowl, and a couple cigarettes, and then going to bed.
I'm going to stop there, even though there are two more days to go. I've been sitting in this coffeeshop going on three hours, which, although by no means an extended period for me, I feel that I need to get out of here and do something else with my day. Maybe a nap. Hey! I was excessively productive yesterday! I had nothing planned for today! I deserve it.
More to come...