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So after my little LJ hiatus, I'm sure you all are YEARNING for an update on the Fabulous Life of Aileen. Let's see...
1. I signed up for Drivers' Ed. (Does anyone know where that apostrophe correctly goes? Is it Ed for the Driver, or Ed for all of the Drivers enrolled? Hmm.) Well, it's at Westlake at SEVEN FREAKING THIRTY on Saturday mornings. Ugh. What have I gotten myself into? At least I'm in the same car as Em C, which means not only will we be able to bask in each other's early-morning conviviality, but we will also have multiple chances to bring an definitive end to an infamous power struggle- maybe I should bring a helmet. Yeah, so bleary-eyed theatrical sixteen year olds cruisin' around Thornwood (?) bringing the party to Oliver! rehearsal. Hmm- this could potentially conflict- I'll have to do some finagling.
2. Tisch Reunion!!!! The Tisch Summer in Paris gang got together in NYC on Sat for some gabbing and noshing. It's kinda funny that as soon as we met up, it was like we had never left. It didn't matter that we were in a completely different city where people actually spoke our language, we still had that crazy group dynamic. One of the only major differences was the weather, as I remakred, "I've never see you guys with this much clothes on!" Hehe.
So, I take Metro-North in, as I'm prone to do many-a-weekend, and I meet Liah, Ben, Hayden, and Allison at Grand Central, and I felt really cool (like I was proving my NYC savvyness) when I knew exactly how to get the 6 uptown to Trevor's house (yes, house). So, we get there and meet Trevor's girlfriend, Amanda (?) and make some dinner reservations. Trevor's house is insane. First of all it's a house. On the Upper East Side. It has an elevator. And, when we got there and were waiting in the vestibule, he called Hayden's cell to see where we were. That's how big it was. And gorgeous. *Sigh* I want one. So then we had to go drop off Liah at Penn, because she had to see a show that night on Long Island, and we met Nichole there. Then, we basically did alot of running up and down town, stopping at Hayden's dorm, and the like.
It was wierd. We were taking cabs places. I almost never take cabs- they're always that last resort when Joey and I decide to take a late-night jaunt through Central Park, and stray too far from Grand Central (or, if Peter's there, we opt for a bicycle rickshaw- yes, all three of us).
Anyway, so that is why I was out of cash by the time we got to the restaurant- thank god Trevor treated us all- so I had none by the time my 11 (imposed by my Father) departure was looming. We were all the way uptown, in the 70s, and I needed to get to Grand Central in like 25min. Oh dear. I didn't want to cut the evening short, but as I started to get up, everybody else did, and as I started to leave, everybody else did, too. They all even ended up walking the same way as I did, and although I didn't want to simply leave them behind, I had to. I took off at a sprint for the nearest subway station, with Hayden calling after me, "If you miss the train, hun, and you need us to pick you up, just call!"
Seriously, come on. It kind of felt like that all night. It was definitely a humbling experience. I pride myself on being the misplaced New Yorker in Westchester- brandishing my MetroCard with abandon, directing navigation, and knowing where to eat (ok, I have a map and a Zagat's, but still). That's what gives me the license to jaywalk to the point where my life is in danger and where my friends need to reign me in, or keep me on a leash. So Trevor and Allison were bonding over being native city dwellers, and Hayden had that new-arrival pride. And what did I have? "Umm... I come here ALOT. Really. I do!"
So, that was a tangent and a half, but long story short, I ended up missing the train. Damn. It wasn't my fault though. I got to the 76th street station with enough time to catch the 11 o'clock but the freaking subway train din't come for 8 min!!! Argh!!! I could have made it- but noooooo, the subway had to be slow! Of course. So I ended up taking the 11:20 to Scarborough- which didn't turn out so bad...
I had pictures from the summer with me, so as we pulled out of Grand Central, I took them out and started going through them. The conductor comes, but I didn't look up and just handed him my ticket. "Ummm, are you on the right train?" I look up, and there's this really young (late college age ish) guy giving me a puzzled look. I explained to him that I was going to Scarborough- and the he started looking at the picture. Not wanting to tell him that it was a high school summer program, I whipped out the toga party pics and showed him those. He took a seat in the seat across the aisle and we talked for a while about nothing in particular. He had to go and keep on doing his ticket thing, so he left and I was on the phone with Joey while he was searching for a dress for Nini until my phone died. When we were getting up a couple stops away from Scarborough, Mr. Conductor came back to talk for a while.
"So what were you doing in the city?"
"Oh, you know, a bunch of friends and I got together..."
"Early night."
"Well, we were all really tired and stuff, and last night was pretty late"
"Yeah, last night was crazy- my stomach still feels wierd. We were all out and then decided to go to the city at 2am. Didn't get home till 10am."
"Wow... yeah."
"I just want to get home- I live in Cold Spring"
"I know someone in Cold Sp- oh, that's cool- I live right near Scarborough"
I mean we didn't talk about anything, but hey- it was fun... and by this time the I was getting off and he followed me off to the platform with a "see ya." Um yeah. See ya when? And I convienently neglected to mention that my father was waiting to wisk me back home- and this was the latest time he would come pick me up. Oh yeah- and I'm 16.
*phew* take a breather and a bathroom break now, kids, because there's more.
3. Kids CARE. Pretty much the same caliber of show that we've been putting on all year- thank god they're all half-deaf. Oh- except the whole Em and Susanna showing up fashionably (as always) late, bust just in time to do their numbers.. I'm feeling increasingly laconic as the night is waring on, so I'll let them tell you about it.
4. SAT class. Preactice test. 4 straight hours of SATs. In other words 4 hours of a hell surrounded by no. 2 pencils and little colored in circles that, apparently, will determine the course of my life. See Nicy's LJ for details.
So that was my weekend, and I was planning on telling you all about my Manic Monday, but not only am I falling asleep at the wheel.. um.. keyboard, my fingers are cramping up- this was intense.
"Why do they call the fingers? I've never seen them fing. ... Oh- there they go." -The Simpsons, on fingers
"I can't belive I'm quoting The Simpsons- who am I??" - Me (?), on quoting The Simpsons
1. I signed up for Drivers' Ed. (Does anyone know where that apostrophe correctly goes? Is it Ed for the Driver, or Ed for all of the Drivers enrolled? Hmm.) Well, it's at Westlake at SEVEN FREAKING THIRTY on Saturday mornings. Ugh. What have I gotten myself into? At least I'm in the same car as Em C, which means not only will we be able to bask in each other's early-morning conviviality, but we will also have multiple chances to bring an definitive end to an infamous power struggle- maybe I should bring a helmet. Yeah, so bleary-eyed theatrical sixteen year olds cruisin' around Thornwood (?) bringing the party to Oliver! rehearsal. Hmm- this could potentially conflict- I'll have to do some finagling.
2. Tisch Reunion!!!! The Tisch Summer in Paris gang got together in NYC on Sat for some gabbing and noshing. It's kinda funny that as soon as we met up, it was like we had never left. It didn't matter that we were in a completely different city where people actually spoke our language, we still had that crazy group dynamic. One of the only major differences was the weather, as I remakred, "I've never see you guys with this much clothes on!" Hehe.
So, I take Metro-North in, as I'm prone to do many-a-weekend, and I meet Liah, Ben, Hayden, and Allison at Grand Central, and I felt really cool (like I was proving my NYC savvyness) when I knew exactly how to get the 6 uptown to Trevor's house (yes, house). So, we get there and meet Trevor's girlfriend, Amanda (?) and make some dinner reservations. Trevor's house is insane. First of all it's a house. On the Upper East Side. It has an elevator. And, when we got there and were waiting in the vestibule, he called Hayden's cell to see where we were. That's how big it was. And gorgeous. *Sigh* I want one. So then we had to go drop off Liah at Penn, because she had to see a show that night on Long Island, and we met Nichole there. Then, we basically did alot of running up and down town, stopping at Hayden's dorm, and the like.
It was wierd. We were taking cabs places. I almost never take cabs- they're always that last resort when Joey and I decide to take a late-night jaunt through Central Park, and stray too far from Grand Central (or, if Peter's there, we opt for a bicycle rickshaw- yes, all three of us).
Anyway, so that is why I was out of cash by the time we got to the restaurant- thank god Trevor treated us all- so I had none by the time my 11 (imposed by my Father) departure was looming. We were all the way uptown, in the 70s, and I needed to get to Grand Central in like 25min. Oh dear. I didn't want to cut the evening short, but as I started to get up, everybody else did, and as I started to leave, everybody else did, too. They all even ended up walking the same way as I did, and although I didn't want to simply leave them behind, I had to. I took off at a sprint for the nearest subway station, with Hayden calling after me, "If you miss the train, hun, and you need us to pick you up, just call!"
Seriously, come on. It kind of felt like that all night. It was definitely a humbling experience. I pride myself on being the misplaced New Yorker in Westchester- brandishing my MetroCard with abandon, directing navigation, and knowing where to eat (ok, I have a map and a Zagat's, but still). That's what gives me the license to jaywalk to the point where my life is in danger and where my friends need to reign me in, or keep me on a leash. So Trevor and Allison were bonding over being native city dwellers, and Hayden had that new-arrival pride. And what did I have? "Umm... I come here ALOT. Really. I do!"
So, that was a tangent and a half, but long story short, I ended up missing the train. Damn. It wasn't my fault though. I got to the 76th street station with enough time to catch the 11 o'clock but the freaking subway train din't come for 8 min!!! Argh!!! I could have made it- but noooooo, the subway had to be slow! Of course. So I ended up taking the 11:20 to Scarborough- which didn't turn out so bad...
I had pictures from the summer with me, so as we pulled out of Grand Central, I took them out and started going through them. The conductor comes, but I didn't look up and just handed him my ticket. "Ummm, are you on the right train?" I look up, and there's this really young (late college age ish) guy giving me a puzzled look. I explained to him that I was going to Scarborough- and the he started looking at the picture. Not wanting to tell him that it was a high school summer program, I whipped out the toga party pics and showed him those. He took a seat in the seat across the aisle and we talked for a while about nothing in particular. He had to go and keep on doing his ticket thing, so he left and I was on the phone with Joey while he was searching for a dress for Nini until my phone died. When we were getting up a couple stops away from Scarborough, Mr. Conductor came back to talk for a while.
"So what were you doing in the city?"
"Oh, you know, a bunch of friends and I got together..."
"Early night."
"Well, we were all really tired and stuff, and last night was pretty late"
"Yeah, last night was crazy- my stomach still feels wierd. We were all out and then decided to go to the city at 2am. Didn't get home till 10am."
"Wow... yeah."
"I just want to get home- I live in Cold Spring"
"I know someone in Cold Sp- oh, that's cool- I live right near Scarborough"
I mean we didn't talk about anything, but hey- it was fun... and by this time the I was getting off and he followed me off to the platform with a "see ya." Um yeah. See ya when? And I convienently neglected to mention that my father was waiting to wisk me back home- and this was the latest time he would come pick me up. Oh yeah- and I'm 16.
*phew* take a breather and a bathroom break now, kids, because there's more.
3. Kids CARE. Pretty much the same caliber of show that we've been putting on all year- thank god they're all half-deaf. Oh- except the whole Em and Susanna showing up fashionably (as always) late, bust just in time to do their numbers.. I'm feeling increasingly laconic as the night is waring on, so I'll let them tell you about it.
4. SAT class. Preactice test. 4 straight hours of SATs. In other words 4 hours of a hell surrounded by no. 2 pencils and little colored in circles that, apparently, will determine the course of my life. See Nicy's LJ for details.
So that was my weekend, and I was planning on telling you all about my Manic Monday, but not only am I falling asleep at the wheel.. um.. keyboard, my fingers are cramping up- this was intense.
"Why do they call the fingers? I've never seen them fing. ... Oh- there they go." -The Simpsons, on fingers
"I can't belive I'm quoting The Simpsons- who am I??" - Me (?), on quoting The Simpsons