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It takes me one hour and fifteen minutes to book-hoof it to/from work. Also, the Queensboro Bridge is 3/4 of the way uphill coming in from Queens, which I now know and never wish to know again.
Southbound car lane was temporarily pedestrian-only, which meant lots of neat shots of Manhattan without interference from the bridge structure. Pics here.
Also, it's a quick walk to the Astoria United Artists from Queensboro Plaza, and Narnia was great fun.
Friday, December 23
Get to work at 8 am. Boss tells me to leave at noon. I end up having to stay until 9 pm. My office says Happy Holidays with a jagged hot fuck you.
Saturday, December 24
Do laundry. Eat lunch and pack for the weekend. Remember to buy fish food tablets so our fish won't starve while we're gone. Nearly paint the walls with vomit when we realize main ingredient in fish food tablets is "mosquito larvae". Grab our bags and head to the Lincoln Center Barnes & Noble, where massive amounts of uninspiration are fortunately followed by hardcore amounts of inspiration in fairly rapid succession. Grab exponentially be-largened bags and head out to Jamaica on the E train (I LOVE EXPRESS TRAINS), then to JFK on the Air Train. Pick up my maman, who was given a plane ticket here for her birthday last month. Yay for happy happy maman! We were pretty late arriving at JFK, so thank goodness for long lines at customs! (Karma's going to have a field day with me for that one.) Next: out to Long Island for some passing-outage, after picking up a car at the in-laws and dropping mom off at our dear family friends.
Also, Giants, stop sinking into the sucky suck.
Sunday, December 25
Festivities! Chistmas breakfast at my in-laws, then Christmas afternoon dinner at my family friends. Presents galore! Tactless moments! Hoegaarden Beer! Throngs of people, many of them annoying! Eggnog with spikes! Carols on piano/violin/recorder! Very nice all in all, but, um, exhaustion. And, go Ravens?
Monday, December 26
Lug massive amounts of presents plus stuff brought by mom from France home, and pass out/zombify for a few hours. Then it's time to hit the road back to Manhattan, for Die Fledermaus at the Met. That Johann Strauss, Jr wrote some amazingly catchy tunes, and what a hilarious plot. Great fun! Lasted 3.5 hours! How could it not be great fun, when the moral of a 3.5 hour-long opera is: "Champagne is really good, but then makes you do really fucked up things, so now we know better (maybe)." Crash home at midnight, setting the alarm for 6.
Today
This week is supposed to be a week off of comp time. Came to work at 9 because was told could accompany a pediatric pulmonary doc on his morning rounds. Not happening. So now, I write. And at 11, I meet up with an equally thrilled-to-be-here coworker to prepare and submit something to our million regulatory agencies. Then, BASTA.
Holy cow, too much too much too much. Tacos and Sierra Nevada Celebration and HARD CORE VEGGING OUT have been scheduled for tonight.
Then tomorrow it starts all over again, with mom coming into the city for massive amounts of shopping and walking around. Lor' have mercy!
Speaking of basta, though, our plan for dinner this weekend will involve linguine, butter, shrimp, butter, garlic, scallops, butter, parsley, mussels, and butter. YUM.
Oh, time for rounds after all!
I hope everyone is having a great holiday season, and is getting to spend extra quality time with loved ones.
It takes me one hour and fifteen minutes to book-hoof it to/from work. Also, the Queensboro Bridge is 3/4 of the way uphill coming in from Queens, which I now know and never wish to know again.
Southbound car lane was temporarily pedestrian-only, which meant lots of neat shots of Manhattan without interference from the bridge structure. Pics here.
Also, it's a quick walk to the Astoria United Artists from Queensboro Plaza, and Narnia was great fun.
Friday, December 23
Get to work at 8 am. Boss tells me to leave at noon. I end up having to stay until 9 pm. My office says Happy Holidays with a jagged hot fuck you.
Saturday, December 24
Do laundry. Eat lunch and pack for the weekend. Remember to buy fish food tablets so our fish won't starve while we're gone. Nearly paint the walls with vomit when we realize main ingredient in fish food tablets is "mosquito larvae". Grab our bags and head to the Lincoln Center Barnes & Noble, where massive amounts of uninspiration are fortunately followed by hardcore amounts of inspiration in fairly rapid succession. Grab exponentially be-largened bags and head out to Jamaica on the E train (I LOVE EXPRESS TRAINS), then to JFK on the Air Train. Pick up my maman, who was given a plane ticket here for her birthday last month. Yay for happy happy maman! We were pretty late arriving at JFK, so thank goodness for long lines at customs! (Karma's going to have a field day with me for that one.) Next: out to Long Island for some passing-outage, after picking up a car at the in-laws and dropping mom off at our dear family friends.
Also, Giants, stop sinking into the sucky suck.
Sunday, December 25
Festivities! Chistmas breakfast at my in-laws, then Christmas afternoon dinner at my family friends. Presents galore! Tactless moments! Hoegaarden Beer! Throngs of people, many of them annoying! Eggnog with spikes! Carols on piano/violin/recorder! Very nice all in all, but, um, exhaustion. And, go Ravens?
Monday, December 26
Lug massive amounts of presents plus stuff brought by mom from France home, and pass out/zombify for a few hours. Then it's time to hit the road back to Manhattan, for Die Fledermaus at the Met. That Johann Strauss, Jr wrote some amazingly catchy tunes, and what a hilarious plot. Great fun! Lasted 3.5 hours! How could it not be great fun, when the moral of a 3.5 hour-long opera is: "Champagne is really good, but then makes you do really fucked up things, so now we know better (maybe)." Crash home at midnight, setting the alarm for 6.
Today
This week is supposed to be a week off of comp time. Came to work at 9 because was told could accompany a pediatric pulmonary doc on his morning rounds. Not happening. So now, I write. And at 11, I meet up with an equally thrilled-to-be-here coworker to prepare and submit something to our million regulatory agencies. Then, BASTA.
Holy cow, too much too much too much. Tacos and Sierra Nevada Celebration and HARD CORE VEGGING OUT have been scheduled for tonight.
Then tomorrow it starts all over again, with mom coming into the city for massive amounts of shopping and walking around. Lor' have mercy!
Speaking of basta, though, our plan for dinner this weekend will involve linguine, butter, shrimp, butter, garlic, scallops, butter, parsley, mussels, and butter. YUM.
Oh, time for rounds after all!
I hope everyone is having a great holiday season, and is getting to spend extra quality time with loved ones.