Thursday, Friday, Saturday day.
So I'm back from one of the weirdest weekends of my life. I'll do a day-by-day breakdown I guess. If this gets to be too long, I'll have to cut it. It probably will get to be too long. This was one eventful weekend.
Thursday night Cristine slept over. We had a great time - girlfest. I got her high for the first time and we watched Mean Girls and Sex and the City while eating cookies&cream ice cream. Good times.
The next morning (Friday) she and I went to go get breakfast, and then I went home to finish packing, and she went off to work. I had to still do laundry and all that. I was lucky to be done by the time the taxi came at 1:30. We got to JFK in record time... fifteen minutes. That's how long it should take from my house but there's almost always traffic. Not then. I guess the travel gods smiled on me. I think they should have waited a few days to do so, but... well... You'll understand later.
At JFK, I checked in and there were no lines at any of the JetBlue counters. Another first. Then it took me literally three minutes to get through security... yes, would you believe it, another first. Seriously, every time I've gone through security at JFK, it's taken at least a half hour. Because there are always lines. But not today. I bought a pack of gum and headed to my gate, where I read a book and watched the cutest little girls play with their dolls.
Boarded the plane, sat in my "usual" seat. The best part about JetBlue is, you have a choice of where you can sit. I always pick the same seat, if it's available. 3B. I really can't tell you why, but I like that seat for some reason.
Anyway, the plane ride is only 45 minutes long, and it was a really smooth ride. I have some favorite moments of plane rides... I love that moment when you're going down the runway and just about to take off and then suddenly you look out the window and realize the ground is pulling away from you so rapidly it's like you took flight, and then you realize, you're in the air, you really have taken flight! Out of LaGuardia and JFK, I love to look out the window and see what I can identify. Sometimes you can see the whole of Manhattan island. This time I could pick out Rockaway and Riis Beach. It was pretty cool. My other favorite part of flying is when you're going to land. You watch the ground get closer and everything get larger and I like to guess when exactly we're going to touch down. I remember when people used to clap when you touched down... I guess no one does that anymore.
Got to the airport in Buffalo (for the record, I didn't go to SUNY Buffalo or Buff State, I went to a small school about an hour out of Buffalo). Two of my sorority sisters and one of their boyfriend's were waiting for me just outside the security checkpoint. It was so good to see them! And I hoped, a good omen for the rest of the weekend.
Drove back to campus, where I dropped my stuff off in one of their rooms and called my best friend Katie, who lives down the hall from them. She was at her boyfriend's apartment, but she came to pick me up. We drove to her boy's apartment, where his entire fraternity was hanging out playing beer pong. They'd invited a whole bunch of people over, mostly my friends, to see me. That's good friends right there.
Everyone left after a while, except for the boys that live in the apartment and my best friend. We stayed up late, discussing the politics of a Greek organization, how one ought to run, and how their fraternity should proceed in the future. They're a brand new fraternity on my old campus, with now three initiated pledge classes. I got to know them all really well at the end of last semester because I was hooking up with one of them. He's disappeared off the edge of the earth (actually, not really... he made an appearance this week), but I've maintained friendships with the majority of their fraternity. They're pretty much my brother's, Katie's boyfriend really treats me like his sister. One of his friends called me a bitch, jokingly. Mike whipped around and snapped, "There are two girls you do not disrespect in my house. One of them is my girlfriend. The other is her." Seriously, that warmed my li'l heart haha.
Anyway, Tucker, one of Mike's frat brothers, was having a fight on the phone with his girlfriend Ali, who was up in Canada for the weekend. At around three thirty in the morning he decided to start drinking, and I joined him. I always forget that I'm much smaller than most of the guys I attempt to go shot for shot with and I ended up drinking too much too fast and puking, but I was fine.
We went out and started talking about politics of Greek life, like I said. That talk lasted for hours. At five thirty we said we would go to bed soon but we just kept talking and talking, and suddenly it was six, and then six thirty, and the sky was lightening and the sun was coming up. And at seven, my cell phone rang. It was the pledge mom and she asked me if I could do them a favor, she needed me to participate in the initiation morning because one of our sisters (my old roommate, actually), had gone home without telling anyone. I agreed since, obviously, I was awake, and I went. What did we do? I obviously can't tell you that...
I'll write about the rest of Saturday and my weekend later. I have work in the morning.
Oh yeah guys! I got a job! I got hired at a very popular clothing store at a very popular shopping center in Queens. I'm very excited, I start my training at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow though. And by the asscrack of dawn, I mean nine o'clock. I hate opening. Bah.
Thursday night Cristine slept over. We had a great time - girlfest. I got her high for the first time and we watched Mean Girls and Sex and the City while eating cookies&cream ice cream. Good times.
The next morning (Friday) she and I went to go get breakfast, and then I went home to finish packing, and she went off to work. I had to still do laundry and all that. I was lucky to be done by the time the taxi came at 1:30. We got to JFK in record time... fifteen minutes. That's how long it should take from my house but there's almost always traffic. Not then. I guess the travel gods smiled on me. I think they should have waited a few days to do so, but... well... You'll understand later.
At JFK, I checked in and there were no lines at any of the JetBlue counters. Another first. Then it took me literally three minutes to get through security... yes, would you believe it, another first. Seriously, every time I've gone through security at JFK, it's taken at least a half hour. Because there are always lines. But not today. I bought a pack of gum and headed to my gate, where I read a book and watched the cutest little girls play with their dolls.
Boarded the plane, sat in my "usual" seat. The best part about JetBlue is, you have a choice of where you can sit. I always pick the same seat, if it's available. 3B. I really can't tell you why, but I like that seat for some reason.
Anyway, the plane ride is only 45 minutes long, and it was a really smooth ride. I have some favorite moments of plane rides... I love that moment when you're going down the runway and just about to take off and then suddenly you look out the window and realize the ground is pulling away from you so rapidly it's like you took flight, and then you realize, you're in the air, you really have taken flight! Out of LaGuardia and JFK, I love to look out the window and see what I can identify. Sometimes you can see the whole of Manhattan island. This time I could pick out Rockaway and Riis Beach. It was pretty cool. My other favorite part of flying is when you're going to land. You watch the ground get closer and everything get larger and I like to guess when exactly we're going to touch down. I remember when people used to clap when you touched down... I guess no one does that anymore.
Got to the airport in Buffalo (for the record, I didn't go to SUNY Buffalo or Buff State, I went to a small school about an hour out of Buffalo). Two of my sorority sisters and one of their boyfriend's were waiting for me just outside the security checkpoint. It was so good to see them! And I hoped, a good omen for the rest of the weekend.
Drove back to campus, where I dropped my stuff off in one of their rooms and called my best friend Katie, who lives down the hall from them. She was at her boyfriend's apartment, but she came to pick me up. We drove to her boy's apartment, where his entire fraternity was hanging out playing beer pong. They'd invited a whole bunch of people over, mostly my friends, to see me. That's good friends right there.
Everyone left after a while, except for the boys that live in the apartment and my best friend. We stayed up late, discussing the politics of a Greek organization, how one ought to run, and how their fraternity should proceed in the future. They're a brand new fraternity on my old campus, with now three initiated pledge classes. I got to know them all really well at the end of last semester because I was hooking up with one of them. He's disappeared off the edge of the earth (actually, not really... he made an appearance this week), but I've maintained friendships with the majority of their fraternity. They're pretty much my brother's, Katie's boyfriend really treats me like his sister. One of his friends called me a bitch, jokingly. Mike whipped around and snapped, "There are two girls you do not disrespect in my house. One of them is my girlfriend. The other is her." Seriously, that warmed my li'l heart haha.
Anyway, Tucker, one of Mike's frat brothers, was having a fight on the phone with his girlfriend Ali, who was up in Canada for the weekend. At around three thirty in the morning he decided to start drinking, and I joined him. I always forget that I'm much smaller than most of the guys I attempt to go shot for shot with and I ended up drinking too much too fast and puking, but I was fine.
We went out and started talking about politics of Greek life, like I said. That talk lasted for hours. At five thirty we said we would go to bed soon but we just kept talking and talking, and suddenly it was six, and then six thirty, and the sky was lightening and the sun was coming up. And at seven, my cell phone rang. It was the pledge mom and she asked me if I could do them a favor, she needed me to participate in the initiation morning because one of our sisters (my old roommate, actually), had gone home without telling anyone. I agreed since, obviously, I was awake, and I went. What did we do? I obviously can't tell you that...
I'll write about the rest of Saturday and my weekend later. I have work in the morning.
Oh yeah guys! I got a job! I got hired at a very popular clothing store at a very popular shopping center in Queens. I'm very excited, I start my training at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow though. And by the asscrack of dawn, I mean nine o'clock. I hate opening. Bah.