So I'm back from Pittsburgh with about 10 extra pounds. I could be exaggerating, but I doubt it. We ate SO much. I joined Weight Watchers online this morning because I feel so disgusting. Aside from the gluttonous eating, I had a really good time--very relaxing. Patrick's sister just had a baby a month ago so we spent a lot of time playing with him. He's so cute. I sat out on their porch as much as possible because it was so peaceful out there. We watched the Memorial Day Parade go by from there as well. It lasted about ten minutes, but it was fun. His mom lives in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, so I didn't see too much of the city proper, but we did take a trip to The Mattress Factory Art Museum which had some pretty neat art installations. I really liked Patrick's family, and I think they liked me (at least I hope they did). I'll post some of the pictures from the trip at some point. I probably took 30 pictures of just the baby, but those were mostly for Patrick, so I won't post all of them. I think Patrick and I are going to Coney Island this weekend. We would like to go there semi-frequently before they tear Astroland down after the summer is over. Jerks. 05*24*07 Wasn't last night's episode of Lost pretty great!? Unfortunately I ruined most of the surprises by reading what would happen three weeks ago on some fan site. It sucks that the show won't be on again for another 8 friggen months. Oh well, I guess I'll have to watch more movies in the meantime. I rode my bike to work yesterday. I think I need new tires. I got hit on a few times during my ride (but thankfully not hit!). One guy was just talking crazy to me and told me not to go picking up Johnny Depp again. Then he said "That's right, we know about you!" I suppose it was more funny than crazy though. I sense gross hot weather brewing. Why can't it just stay the way it's been the past week? Anyway, I'm pooped, so I'll be going to bed momentarily. As I mentioned before, I leave for Pittsburgh tomorrow night; I shall return Tuesday night. 05*20*07 I just got back from Brook's place where I played Pictionary with a bunch of her friends. We were inspired to play by the game of Pictionary we played last night with Patrick and his friend (and Brook's roommate) Shane. Our game last night got pretty heated though, and insults were flying left and right. Tonight was a bit calmer. Patrick and I should not be allowed to play games together. Even when we play Scene It together we get very vicious. I guess we're just very competitive. This morning Patrick and I got up early and headed to Other Music in Manhattan because they were giving away two free tickets per person at noon. We didn't know what the shows were until they handed out cards asking for our preference. Here was the lineup in my order of preference: White Stripes, Daft Punk, Sonic Youth, Built To Spill & Cat Power, Peaches, Feist, Lily Allen, and The Decemberists. Since Melissa already bought me a ticket to Sonic Youth I figured if that's what I got, I'd sell it to a friend for cheap or on the internet for face value. I think I might have done that for most anything other than my first two choices. But I lucked out and got two tickets for White Stripes and Patrick got two for Daft Punk. I've wanted to see Daft Punk since I was in high school. So we got $200 in free tickets today; pretty cool! I'm looking forward for this week to be over so I can fly to Pittsburgh with Patrick and not work again until Wednesday. It's been painfully slow with donors for me at work. I went a whole month without one. That's not to say the other shifts didn't have any. The evening shift has craploads all the time. But I finally had two last week, so I felt a little cheered up about the extra money. I am not, however, happy about the fact that my monthly student loan payment is increasing by $100. I'm halfway tempted to defer my payments for a bit so I can pay off my credit cards and maybe save for another vacation. I'll just have to wait and see how my raise pans out next month. 05*16*07 Why is this SO addicting to watch?
05*13*07 I've been working on designing a flyer for my job for months now. At first I was really slow to make all the changes they kept asking for, but then I just wanted to be done with it and made my boss's changes as soon as I got them. Now that she's happy with the design, she keeps editing the text of the flyer repeatedly and at this point I feel like I'll never finish this thing, which also means I'll never get paid for it. Meh. My mom came up here for Mother's Day. She wasn't feeling well though, so my plans to walk over the Brooklyn Bridge with her were put on the back burner. Instead we had a nice dinner at a restaurant Patrick and I discovered near BAM. Then we walked to the Cocoa Bar in Park Slope and indulged in some chocolate treats and coffee. I also got her some flowers. All in all it was a nice time. I've been cleaning my place like a mad woman since yesterday morning in expectation of her visit. It really needed it, but it wore me out. It feels good to finally just be still. I was on-call Friday night, so I didn't go out; but since I didn't have a donor either, I got about 11 hours of sleep. After cleaning and doing laundry Saturday morning, I went to my hair salon in Williamsburg and got highlights. I met up with Patrick when that was finished and we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge together. To make up for the calories we burned, we got some ice cream at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park. We finished the night off by watching the movie Mannequin on the internet. We had both liked the movie when we were younger and thought it would be funny to watch it now. It was...something. My mom gave me an early birthday present of cash to put towards the new bike I want to get. My bike now is really cute, but it's so heavy and impractical. I want a lightweight bike, preferably with gears. I'll probably put the bike I have now for sale on Craigslist. I just hope I don't have another run-in with any psychos! 05*08*07 It should come as no surprise that I am a Gilmore Girls fan because, well, I've already written about it in here. Anyway, I just watched tonight's episode and it had me in tears. Then when they previewed next week's episode, they announced it would be the series finale! My tear flow got a little more profuse at that point, and then I made the mistake of calling Patrick before waiting to calm down. I felt pretty stupid explaining why I was so emotional. Patrick and I got our tickets to the Virgin Festival Saturday morning. And after telling Melissa Sonic Youth is playing Daydream Nation in McCarren Park Pool this summer, she bought me a ticket for my birthday, as well as one for herself. I hope to have every show I wish to attend this summer given to me as a birthday gift by June 5th. I spent a lot of this weekend painting Patrick's bedroom with him. Well, I guess it wasn't a lot, but it seemed that way after the intense pain I had in my shoulder. And we're not even done yet! I should focus a bit on cleaning up my own place at some point before Sunday since my mom is coming up for Mother's Day. It's the first time she'll see my little closet apartment. I ran at the gym today for the first time in I don't know how long. When I was working out before vacation, it was strictly the elliptical trainer. It felt good to run. Tomorrow I'm riding my bike to and from work. I just hope my tires are currently flat from lack of use and not because there's a leak. Guess I'll find out soon enough! 05*01*07 I'm very excited because Patrick revealed to me today that he is buying tickets for us to attend the Virgin Festival in Baltimore this August for my birthday present. I don't think I mentioned that we are also flying to Pittsburgh Memorial Day weekend to visit his mom, sister and new nephew. I've never met his family, so I'm looking forward to that. This past Saturday night we went to two bars in the East Village for a couple of Patrick's friends' birthday parties. I hate the East Village! The preppy/frat crowd has completely invaded every space there. It's disgusting. I never realized how bad it got because I rarely ever leave Brooklyn on the weekends. So at the second bar we got to, a pretty embarrassing incident occurred. I was wearing a waist-less dress with a knee-length jacket that also had no waist. When I first arrived, I took off my jacket and draped it over my forearm and held it in front of my mid-section. I noticed some girl glancing at me that was with one of Patrick's friends; next thing I know she walks over to me and pats my arm with the jacket over it and says, "Your baby is getting bigger?" I looked at her horrified and said "No!" I wanted to go home after that, but Brook showed up and after enough alcohol I wasn't as bothered by it. The girl sounded like she was from another country, not to mention she looked to weigh about 90 pounds, so I guess she was a little confused. A word to the wise: never mention someone being pregnant unless they've either told you they're pregnant, or they look like their water is about to break. It's probably safer to just stick to the first rule though. Aside from that, last weekend consisted of a lot of drinking. I don't drink that often at all anymore, so that was a change of pace for me. But I guess since Patrick and I are attending another party this Saturday, I'll have another weekend night of drinking. All this drinking can't be good for the baby! Oh well.
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