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One of the advantages to working for a religious organization is that they will give you two paid holidays for Easter - one for Good Friday & one on Holy Monday. As I am an agnostic, these lovely days generally are not filled up with church and prayers and thinking about the torture and pain of Jesus (which is what I thought about at Eastertime back in the age of childhood). As the loverboy lives in a big city 250 miles away from me, I had been looking forward to an extended visit - four days of gooey romantic bliss & the occasional endearing spat. Our usual two and a half day weekend twice a month is never enough!
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I was going to take the 9am bus out of Chinatown DC to Chinatown NYC, but gah! 7am woke me up with radio and headache. A bad headache. Was it a hangover? I only had one beer and one vodka cranberry thing the night before with Alex. Was it a migraine? Oooof , then came the naseau. Then I slept. Then I ate raisin bran with milk. Then came the bran vomit. And more vomit. And sleep. And I tried to get up to pack to make the 1pm bus, then the 2, and then the 4 and the 5. Gather the strength to pack a sweater, then lie on the floor. Find the dress at the back of the closet, then lie on the floor. Gah. I somehow made it on the 7pm bus, and upon arrival in Brooklyn, Mr Love fed me jello from The Pea & the Pickle. And then we saw a violent jello vomit.
So my Excellent four day holiday was marred for two days with a stomach virus! Not fair. I suppose I'm being punished for trying to take my paid religious holiday to imbibe in immoral behaviors. And now after just one day of a my own clear head and calm tummy, Mr Love seems to have captured my virus. Yes, he had to run out of the new Woody Allen movie right before the tragic finale to upchuck coffee, cheese & crackers in the mens. He is now hiding asleep beneath the blanket.
Despite the rough moments, we managed to get in some apartment hunting for my impending move to the NYC in June. And we found something! In Williamsburg, so close to the best busted_kneecap. And the apartment is not too small, is pretty with brick walls and a bright paint job. It's close to subways & coffees & books & the park. I'm relieved and so excited and nervous but mostly happy. And I will get to follow the crowd to library school in the fall which I'm pretty certain I'd always expected to do since the days of young book reading.
Now I am going to start my new book and then climb into bed. Sleep tight bed bugs.
Here comes too much information.
I was going to take the 9am bus out of Chinatown DC to Chinatown NYC, but gah! 7am woke me up with radio and headache. A bad headache. Was it a hangover? I only had one beer and one vodka cranberry thing the night before with Alex. Was it a migraine? Oooof , then came the naseau. Then I slept. Then I ate raisin bran with milk. Then came the bran vomit. And more vomit. And sleep. And I tried to get up to pack to make the 1pm bus, then the 2, and then the 4 and the 5. Gather the strength to pack a sweater, then lie on the floor. Find the dress at the back of the closet, then lie on the floor. Gah. I somehow made it on the 7pm bus, and upon arrival in Brooklyn, Mr Love fed me jello from The Pea & the Pickle. And then we saw a violent jello vomit.
So my Excellent four day holiday was marred for two days with a stomach virus! Not fair. I suppose I'm being punished for trying to take my paid religious holiday to imbibe in immoral behaviors. And now after just one day of a my own clear head and calm tummy, Mr Love seems to have captured my virus. Yes, he had to run out of the new Woody Allen movie right before the tragic finale to upchuck coffee, cheese & crackers in the mens. He is now hiding asleep beneath the blanket.
Despite the rough moments, we managed to get in some apartment hunting for my impending move to the NYC in June. And we found something! In Williamsburg, so close to the best busted_kneecap. And the apartment is not too small, is pretty with brick walls and a bright paint job. It's close to subways & coffees & books & the park. I'm relieved and so excited and nervous but mostly happy. And I will get to follow the crowd to library school in the fall which I'm pretty certain I'd always expected to do since the days of young book reading.
Now I am going to start my new book and then climb into bed. Sleep tight bed bugs.