and now... New Year's
i know this is a little late in coming, but better late than never, right? ; )
so, after much hemming and hawing about what to do for New Year's, i decided it would be more exciting and probably a cool experience to head down to the Hamptons with Andrew to hang out with a whole bunch of people i didn't know. (this, of course, is not meant to offend my friends Al and Katie, who had invited me up to Al's place in VT. but it was going to be just us and Abby, and i thought this other option was a bit more adventurous. so off i went.)
at the last minute i reached Lauren about staying over with her on Thursday night, and so Andrew and i drove to NYC, met up with his cousin and hung out for a bit, and then i met Lauren on the subway platform at 33rd and Park. (weird that it's not 33rd and Lex, but it's not.) we headed to her apartment in Brooklyn, ordered falafel sandwiches, and watched Heathers on TV. seriously? ONE OF THE WEIRDEST MOVIES I HAVE EVER SEEN. can't say i liked it at all. i laughed at it, but not in a good way.
anyway, in the morning Lauren and Andrew and i met up at this restaurant called 7A for brunch. (not surprisingly it is located at the corner of 7th street and Avenue A in the East Village.) we waited a long time cuz it was busy, and then our waiter (who looked like he might be 14) forgot to put in our order, so we waited longer, which was fine because we got the meal for FREE. yes, an omlete, bacon, hot chocolate with whipped cream, all for free. not bad.
after we were done, we parted with Lauren and Andrew and i headed out to his cousins' house. (there was some possiblility that Abby was going to take a bus or a plane to come and join, but that morning she called Andrew to say that her apartment in DC had been broken into and she was heading back home. it turns out her roomie's crazy ex played a tasteless joke on them using his key, and nothing was actually stolen... aaaaanyway...) Andrews' cousins' place is across the street from what was Billy Joel's house and is now Jerry Seinfeld's, this house was not too over the top, but was really nice. a great place to gather a lot of friends and hang out. the rest of the weekend was spent playing games such as Mafia and poker, watching weird movies and Chappelle's show, eating a great deal of food, drinking, walking on the beach, playing or watching football, or reading. pretty much my ideal bunch of activities. it was a good time. and they were good people. his cousins Dan and Jeremy were a RIOT. seriously hilarious people. and very smart. it was easy to tell that Andrew was related to these people. anyway, they were all very kind to me, and i had a good time. a good time was had by all. :)
and a bonus-- instead of having to take an expensive bus into Manhattan and then an inexpensive bus to Boston, i got a ride from two of Dan's friends, who are architects here in Boston. we took these mini-ferries for part of the ride, and then took this bigger ferry from Green Point (or something) to New London. or somewhere. i forget. but it was neat. certainly broke up the drive. AND these people are cool, and had a laptop that played DVDs SOOOOOO we watched Garden State while waiting for the ferry, and then the rest of it on the rest of the drive home! the first time i had watched a movie in a car. it was weird. but good. obviously the person driving was not watching, but merely listening--she had seen it already a few times. but anyway, it was cool. totally make the time pass. i looked up and we were home! these people were also super cool, and i was grateful to them for saving me the dough of the bus. (i of course gave them $ for gas and ferries, but it still added up to less than the buses would have.) so that was that.
by the time i got home i was too tired to pack all my shit by myself and head back to my apartment, so i stayed in Wellesley and just drove in to work. it could not have been simpler--it took about 20-25 minutes! i think people were still on vacation... if i recall correctly, i did get a parking ticket that day, but it's ok. only $25. that night i drove myself to my apt for dinner, to rehearsal, and then back home to Wellesley where my awesome mom helped me load everything into the car and unload it again at my apartment. (all of this in the pouring rain. have i mentioned that my mom is the bestest?) and then i collapsed into bed.
and thus ends the story of New Year's and the ensuing craziness. it was a unique experience, and good time! a fun way to begin the new year.
SMK :)
so, after much hemming and hawing about what to do for New Year's, i decided it would be more exciting and probably a cool experience to head down to the Hamptons with Andrew to hang out with a whole bunch of people i didn't know. (this, of course, is not meant to offend my friends Al and Katie, who had invited me up to Al's place in VT. but it was going to be just us and Abby, and i thought this other option was a bit more adventurous. so off i went.)
at the last minute i reached Lauren about staying over with her on Thursday night, and so Andrew and i drove to NYC, met up with his cousin and hung out for a bit, and then i met Lauren on the subway platform at 33rd and Park. (weird that it's not 33rd and Lex, but it's not.) we headed to her apartment in Brooklyn, ordered falafel sandwiches, and watched Heathers on TV. seriously? ONE OF THE WEIRDEST MOVIES I HAVE EVER SEEN. can't say i liked it at all. i laughed at it, but not in a good way.
anyway, in the morning Lauren and Andrew and i met up at this restaurant called 7A for brunch. (not surprisingly it is located at the corner of 7th street and Avenue A in the East Village.) we waited a long time cuz it was busy, and then our waiter (who looked like he might be 14) forgot to put in our order, so we waited longer, which was fine because we got the meal for FREE. yes, an omlete, bacon, hot chocolate with whipped cream, all for free. not bad.
after we were done, we parted with Lauren and Andrew and i headed out to his cousins' house. (there was some possiblility that Abby was going to take a bus or a plane to come and join, but that morning she called Andrew to say that her apartment in DC had been broken into and she was heading back home. it turns out her roomie's crazy ex played a tasteless joke on them using his key, and nothing was actually stolen... aaaaanyway...) Andrews' cousins' place is across the street from what was Billy Joel's house and is now Jerry Seinfeld's, this house was not too over the top, but was really nice. a great place to gather a lot of friends and hang out. the rest of the weekend was spent playing games such as Mafia and poker, watching weird movies and Chappelle's show, eating a great deal of food, drinking, walking on the beach, playing or watching football, or reading. pretty much my ideal bunch of activities. it was a good time. and they were good people. his cousins Dan and Jeremy were a RIOT. seriously hilarious people. and very smart. it was easy to tell that Andrew was related to these people. anyway, they were all very kind to me, and i had a good time. a good time was had by all. :)
and a bonus-- instead of having to take an expensive bus into Manhattan and then an inexpensive bus to Boston, i got a ride from two of Dan's friends, who are architects here in Boston. we took these mini-ferries for part of the ride, and then took this bigger ferry from Green Point (or something) to New London. or somewhere. i forget. but it was neat. certainly broke up the drive. AND these people are cool, and had a laptop that played DVDs SOOOOOO we watched Garden State while waiting for the ferry, and then the rest of it on the rest of the drive home! the first time i had watched a movie in a car. it was weird. but good. obviously the person driving was not watching, but merely listening--she had seen it already a few times. but anyway, it was cool. totally make the time pass. i looked up and we were home! these people were also super cool, and i was grateful to them for saving me the dough of the bus. (i of course gave them $ for gas and ferries, but it still added up to less than the buses would have.) so that was that.
by the time i got home i was too tired to pack all my shit by myself and head back to my apartment, so i stayed in Wellesley and just drove in to work. it could not have been simpler--it took about 20-25 minutes! i think people were still on vacation... if i recall correctly, i did get a parking ticket that day, but it's ok. only $25. that night i drove myself to my apt for dinner, to rehearsal, and then back home to Wellesley where my awesome mom helped me load everything into the car and unload it again at my apartment. (all of this in the pouring rain. have i mentioned that my mom is the bestest?) and then i collapsed into bed.
and thus ends the story of New Year's and the ensuing craziness. it was a unique experience, and good time! a fun way to begin the new year.
SMK :)