plans and DUIs
so this is "summer"! well, the living is certainly easy. until tomorrow, that is, when i take the train to the parrish art museum in southampton. tomorrow is the first full, seven-hour-day of work in my entire life. and of my entire life. not to define my life by jobs, but tomorrow is the beginning of the rest of my life.
this past week has been so relaxed. seeing "forgetting sarah marshall" (almost makes me want to go to hawaii...but no), crashing at jill's as per usual, shopping when the mall is empty on a tuesday night (bathing suit shopping makes me depressed even though i don't want it to, but now i have one), half-priced appetizers at applebee's (jill made our waiter sufficiently confused/uncomfortable), playing the girliest sport ever at west (accidentally--standing in a circle while kicking a soccer ball around and talking) before heading to justin's and being aghast at the idiots who live in american society and won't vote for obama because he's "muslim" (no) and "of the other race" (for the record, these people were on the daily show, not in justin's basement), taking a bus and a train and another train and a car ride to jenn's house in southern new jersey for a bonfire party, seeing hamna and maura again while girlishly getting ready, smelling fire and thinking it's already summer, running out of alcohol, hearing the reasons behind each of bobby's eight tickets he got for one day, chatting on the sectional with the five remaining guests until surrendering to exhaustion on the perpetually-in-an-upright-position cot after 3 am, riding back to the hamilton train station while singing the "rent" soundtrack, saying goodbye to jenn as she leaves for ghana and hamna for pakistan, curling up on the couch and watching "annie hall" and "p.s. i love you" alone in the rain and feeling so cozy (um, i didn't cry at "p.s. i love you"), hearing a knock at 1 am and it's justin, having a nice heart-to-heart, inviting people over the next night to watch "indiana jones" only to migrate to mike's basement when it becomes clear that we can't all fit, raiding carvel after hours, walking pointlessly and, arguably, loudly around a dark saint james, watching emily get hennaed at the deepwells craft fair, and seeing emily (my sister this time) buy a junior prom dress.
it's only may. there's so much to do: camp out at short beach, hear a concert in the jones beach parking lot, go out east (maybe people can meet me in southampton after work one day?), go to the hookah bar, go to the ocean (even if it's named after stupid stupid robert moses), see indiana jones at midnight (buy a ticket!), figure out when to take windsurfing again, go haunted house hunting, go skinny dipping, go to port jeff, go to the carnival down the street from me...i'm on a possibility high.
this past week has been so relaxed. seeing "forgetting sarah marshall" (almost makes me want to go to hawaii...but no), crashing at jill's as per usual, shopping when the mall is empty on a tuesday night (bathing suit shopping makes me depressed even though i don't want it to, but now i have one), half-priced appetizers at applebee's (jill made our waiter sufficiently confused/uncomfortable), playing the girliest sport ever at west (accidentally--standing in a circle while kicking a soccer ball around and talking) before heading to justin's and being aghast at the idiots who live in american society and won't vote for obama because he's "muslim" (no) and "of the other race" (for the record, these people were on the daily show, not in justin's basement), taking a bus and a train and another train and a car ride to jenn's house in southern new jersey for a bonfire party, seeing hamna and maura again while girlishly getting ready, smelling fire and thinking it's already summer, running out of alcohol, hearing the reasons behind each of bobby's eight tickets he got for one day, chatting on the sectional with the five remaining guests until surrendering to exhaustion on the perpetually-in-an-upright-position cot after 3 am, riding back to the hamilton train station while singing the "rent" soundtrack, saying goodbye to jenn as she leaves for ghana and hamna for pakistan, curling up on the couch and watching "annie hall" and "p.s. i love you" alone in the rain and feeling so cozy (um, i didn't cry at "p.s. i love you"), hearing a knock at 1 am and it's justin, having a nice heart-to-heart, inviting people over the next night to watch "indiana jones" only to migrate to mike's basement when it becomes clear that we can't all fit, raiding carvel after hours, walking pointlessly and, arguably, loudly around a dark saint james, watching emily get hennaed at the deepwells craft fair, and seeing emily (my sister this time) buy a junior prom dress.
it's only may. there's so much to do: camp out at short beach, hear a concert in the jones beach parking lot, go out east (maybe people can meet me in southampton after work one day?), go to the hookah bar, go to the ocean (even if it's named after stupid stupid robert moses), see indiana jones at midnight (buy a ticket!), figure out when to take windsurfing again, go haunted house hunting, go skinny dipping, go to port jeff, go to the carnival down the street from me...i'm on a possibility high.