It's early morning and the house is just humming
4/7 of us went to Loehman's for the annual crap sale, so just Stevie, my dad, and I remain. Had my 4th serving of thanksgiving leftovers for breakfast, fully intend to be up to my 6th by sundown. Sun is just shining, kind of cold out, but I have faith in noon. Got a little color yesterday, but when you start out at 0, anything is something.
Flying over here was fun and long. I agreed to give Seattle Nick a ride from Skidmore to Albany Int'l airport, so as to save him $45 in cab fare. I had to wake up an hour earlier than I would have otherwise, so my day started at inky black 6am. Bled into charcoal gray 7 am, then dirty snow 8 and 9.
Made my first flight just fine. Had pleasant conversation with Williams student on his way to home base in Philly. Landed in the city of brotherly love at 12:45 and had to make a 1:05 connection. Took a shuttle and RAN from terminal C to terminal F, only to find out that I arrived at the wrong gate and would have to go back to C. It is now 1:03. Fucked and dejected, I switch my ticket for a 3:40 flight, thus destined to live out Tom Hanks' role in the Terminal. Called a couple kids to commiserate, read, and finally boarded my flight to Ft. Lauderdale. Second flight entirely unremarkable.
Meet up with parents at the airport and my mom says with soft, cooing voice "oh, you poor thing! traveling all day...let's get you drunk tonight." Yeah, okay, cool. Go to dinner and apparently my official duty is to remind everyone of their own college experience. Stevie's friends hated this hemophiliac kid on campus, so they used to put tacks in his bed. Thankfully not Stevie himself, because then my hero would be a monster. Still, funny. Cousin's husband bought me an aforementioned 12 pack of Corona and a lime.
Went to the racetrack with Stevie, cuddled with some ugly racehorses, spoke to weirdo trainer with one dilated pupil. High, or concussion? You be the judge.
Yesterday morning we discovered that the oven doesn't work. It beeps and tells us F3. My dad made some bad jokes about FU F3, and we made arrangements to cook down the street. Basically we sat out at the pool and checked on the turkey every 15 minutes. Dinner came together alright and we're all a big, happy clan.
Watched an awful movie and a good movie last night, fell asleep at midnight while watching south park. Friends called at like, 12:40...pretty sure I remember Dollan and AJ. Don't really remember what was said. I know you guys were enthusisatic and maybe drunk. Either way, thanks for the call, boys.
Going to con my mom into doing my laundry for me later. It's frickin beautiful outside.
"Saved" was a bad movie about Christian teenage love,
Amanda
Flying over here was fun and long. I agreed to give Seattle Nick a ride from Skidmore to Albany Int'l airport, so as to save him $45 in cab fare. I had to wake up an hour earlier than I would have otherwise, so my day started at inky black 6am. Bled into charcoal gray 7 am, then dirty snow 8 and 9.
Made my first flight just fine. Had pleasant conversation with Williams student on his way to home base in Philly. Landed in the city of brotherly love at 12:45 and had to make a 1:05 connection. Took a shuttle and RAN from terminal C to terminal F, only to find out that I arrived at the wrong gate and would have to go back to C. It is now 1:03. Fucked and dejected, I switch my ticket for a 3:40 flight, thus destined to live out Tom Hanks' role in the Terminal. Called a couple kids to commiserate, read, and finally boarded my flight to Ft. Lauderdale. Second flight entirely unremarkable.
Meet up with parents at the airport and my mom says with soft, cooing voice "oh, you poor thing! traveling all day...let's get you drunk tonight." Yeah, okay, cool. Go to dinner and apparently my official duty is to remind everyone of their own college experience. Stevie's friends hated this hemophiliac kid on campus, so they used to put tacks in his bed. Thankfully not Stevie himself, because then my hero would be a monster. Still, funny. Cousin's husband bought me an aforementioned 12 pack of Corona and a lime.
Went to the racetrack with Stevie, cuddled with some ugly racehorses, spoke to weirdo trainer with one dilated pupil. High, or concussion? You be the judge.
Yesterday morning we discovered that the oven doesn't work. It beeps and tells us F3. My dad made some bad jokes about FU F3, and we made arrangements to cook down the street. Basically we sat out at the pool and checked on the turkey every 15 minutes. Dinner came together alright and we're all a big, happy clan.
Watched an awful movie and a good movie last night, fell asleep at midnight while watching south park. Friends called at like, 12:40...pretty sure I remember Dollan and AJ. Don't really remember what was said. I know you guys were enthusisatic and maybe drunk. Either way, thanks for the call, boys.
Going to con my mom into doing my laundry for me later. It's frickin beautiful outside.
"Saved" was a bad movie about Christian teenage love,
Amanda