Own It

weekend recap continued

sunday

so sunday i woke up after i'd gotten exactly 8 hours of sleep: at 935am. this is what my body does. it says, hey now, you've had 8 hours and that's quite enough, thank you, so get your lazy ass out of bed and don't waste the day! so i was freezing because eric and sarah's apartment (like mine) is not heated in the morning. and it was damn cold. so i got in the shower (which thank the lord was warm) and got ready for the day. at 10am when i was all ready to do something everyone else was still asleep. and i was freezing and my hair was wet. so i sat in the spare bedroom that i slept in and looked around for something to do. i couldn't find much. actually, i couldn't find anything to do. eric's computer is broken, so i couldn't play with it, and the tv was in the living room where ryan and his girlfriend were sleeping on the pullout couch and the only book in the room just didn't look interesting to me. so i sat in the bed covered up trying not to freeze to death or die of boredom. at 1030 i remembered that my phone was charging in the kitchen so i grabbed it and downloaded ms. pacman and pong and played those for a while. then i text messaged beck. at 11 i couldn't take the cold anymore so i ran out to the kitchen and started boiling water in the teapot and hunted out the tea in the cabinet. couldn't find it for a while and contemplated just pouring the boiling water over me to combat the cold. finally found the tea... drank warm tea for an hour until people finally started to wake up. (to be fair, when eric woke up and i told him i'd been up since 930 he said that i should've waken him... but i wouldn't have done that...)

so about 1 when everyone was up and moving we walked to a diner that was nearby. it was so cold, i thought i'd die. we passed this one street where there were all these little yellow outlines of people painted on the sidewalk. i'm not sure what they were for. perhaps they have something to do with kids or school or something. but they looked like this: . So Ryan says, "this must be where all the midgets died." so the diner was your typical downstate diner, with people of all ethnic origins waiting tables, bussing tables and seating tables wearing various forms of tuxedo type uniforms. and of course there was a manager guy pacing around, a youngish guy wearing a dark suit. we ordered breakfast items even though it was 1pm and sarah ordered a small orange juice. it was priced at $1.20 in the menu. and when they brought it out it was the size of a shot glass. unbelievable. (but cute, at the same time) soyeah. so we had a decent brunch and then headed back for the apartment. on the way back Jenny stepped in some poop on the sidewalk. and it was funny because just before she did it eric said "you better watch out for that poop jenny... poop jenny... poop poop poop!" and then when she debated whether she hit it or not he said, "yeah, you grazed it with the left side of your shoe" to which ryan added "it was at a 45 degree angle..." it was just too funny.

i parted from the group at the apartment and headed for the subway. it was a little after 2, and i wanted to make the 353 train to poughkeepsie out of grand central, so i pretty much had to leave then to be sure that i'd make it. also, i was planning on taking the local R all the way up to 42nd street and then taking the shuttle over to grand central, and that would've taken forever, but i didn't feel like transferring. but when i got on the subway there was a delay at one of the stops still in brooklyn where the 4 train also ran so i switched over and caught the 4 express and made it to grand central just after the 253 train left. so i bummed around the train station for a while. i was going to walk around outside, but it was just too damn cold.

i bought a cosmo to read on the way home. so on the train to poughkeepsie i wipped out my cosmo and began reading the slightly racy articles with the even racier pictures. so of course while i have the magazine open to one of the racier pages a nun sits down next to me. she was this really cute older woman with an italian accent. and i said, "good afternoon" which is weird because i never say that. but apparently when i talk to nuns/priests/bishops i blurt out expressions that i never say in real life (Bishop asks me if i have any irish in me and i say "a wee bit" when I'm being confirmed). soanyway. soyeah. i don't know what to do. i feel like some awful sinner sitting there with this magazine and she's so sweet and i don't want her to see it so i don't know if it's worse if i just close it fast and put it away or just sit there with it on my lap and try not to draw any attention to it. so i kinda sat there with the magazine as closed as i could get it to sheild it from her view. the conductor came around and i handed him my ticket and the nun indicated that she needed to buy a ticket to tarrytown and he told her that she was all set, she didn't need to pay, and she was so cute, she giggled and winked at me. but i was just sitting there thinking, oh thank god she's getting off at tarrytown, that's really close, i don't have to worry about the magazine too much longer.

so the rest of the day was uneventful. i was lost for a minute in poughkeepsie trying to get to the bridge before i realized that i was right where i wanted to be... i didn't speed on the way home. i had to set my cruise control at 74 so that i wouldn't (ok, i know that 74 is speeding, but it's been my experience - and it was my experience last night - that you can fly by troopers at 74 and they won't pull you over). when i got home i lost my pictures from my camera in the computer crash (dammit!), and watched tv: i was flipping from there's something about mary on fox, the playoffs on cbs and the golden globes on nbc. soyeah... so that was my weekend. wee!