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| Wednesday, August 31, 2005 |
| TAGGED! |
Damn you Macca!
10 years ago – I was going into my junior year of high school. I was a huge drama and choir dork who played softball and got good grades. I had yet to start dating, I was incredibly self-conscious, let’s call this the awkward stage.
5 years ago – About to enter my junior year of college. Was dating “the ex” for almost a year at that point. Was a complete do-gooder. Involved in a ton of on-campus activities, still playing softball, working for the Dean of Students, and was about to start my first internship in publishing.
Yesterday – Woke up after sleeping for a LOT of hours. Went to work. Worked. Went to Grassroots with Meegan, MC, LM, MC, KO and others for KO’s birthday.
5 snacks I enjoy – Brie and crackers, ice cream, chex mix (the original kind), string cheese, and anything chocolate.
5 songs I know all the words to – Just five?! I retain the lyrics to songs with freakish skill. But off the top of my head: Shoop (TLC), Two Step (DMB), Lose Yourself (Eminem), La Vie Boem (from the musical Rent), and Step By Step (New Kids on the Block!)
5 things I would do with $100 million dollars – Pay off my debt, pay off my family’s debt, buy my parents a house, pay for my brother’s college education, buy myself an apartment in the Villiage, buy season tickets to the Red Sox, buy all of my friends presents … oh wait, you said just five …
5 places I would run away to – Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Ireland, Italy, my bedroom
5 things I would never wear – a string bikini, hot pants, middrift bearing shirts, a Yankees hat, a Yankees jersey
5 favorite tv shows – Friends, Sex and the City, Family Guy, Law and Order, The West Wing
5 biggest joys – reminding myself that I’m surviving, on my own, in New York City, spending time with my family and friends, finishing a story I’m realy proud of, singing on the Lincoln Center stage when I was a senior in high school, hitting a softball right on the sweet spot.
5 favorite toys – my computer, my ipod, um, yeah I think that’s it!
I won’t force this on anyone, but I think you all should do it anyway.Labels: misc. |
posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 31, 2005   |
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| Tracking Bellhorn 1 |
I’m going to make this into a regular feature. Kind of like the Missing Missys, which reminds me I have a new one I need to write. With Bellhorn coming to the Yankees, it will be pretty easy to track him, and to be honest, no matter where he went I would have done so. I have an unnatural attachment to that man. His numbers don’t back up my fandom, and it’s completely based on last year’s performance, but I don’t really care. I think the guy is a class act and a good ballplayer who hit a bad year.
That being said, this was very hard to see on the television last night:
 I just didn’t think it would happen this fast! At least he wasn’t in pinstripes. I mean, at least it was the away uniform. That made it a bit easier to deal with. But still. It hurt.
I didn’t get to see much of the game. Since it was a late start I was sleepy and needed to get home. I did see his first at bat (he grounded into a fielder’s choice) and a few plays in the field, but nothing noteworthy. Unsurprisingly he went 0-4 in the Yankees loss. It’s very surreal to see him on another team, and incredibly hard to try to root for him as a player and still root against the Yankees as hard as I do. I’m feeling a bit schizophrenic.
Apparently so does Mark: “It was kind of weird to look in the mirror the first time I tried my hat on,” Bellhorn said with a grin (from the AP: Bellhorn Looks In Mirror and Sees A Yankee)
So we’ll see if this pans out. If I still like him just as much if he does well against us. But for now I’ll just settle for still respecting and liking him as a player and I’ll worry about my head spinning in circles later.Labels: baseball |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 31, 2005 |
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| A Little Perspective |
There have been a lot of things I have wanted to post about lately and haven't had the chance. My friend's weekend visit, my first trip to Coney Island, losing Mark Bellhorn to the Yankees, seeing Bellhorn in a Yankee uniform for the first time last night, the crappy start to my day I've had.
But all we're talking about around the office is Katrina. A former coworker of mine lives right outside of downtown NOLA and though he should have been back up in NYC for the start of classes, we haven't heard from him, and don't know if he and his family are ok. The pictures are horrifying. It put baseball, petty bickering, dating worries, and everything else into perspective.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those of you down South.Labels: misc. |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 31, 2005 |
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| Friday, August 26, 2005 |
| Working from the Roof |
ahhh the beauty of technology.
I feel like crap today. I woke up my head hurt, my throat was burning and I was sneezing up a storm. I know I am getting sick and I know it's because of going out too much. So what's the best course of action? Clearly it's to work from home today. So here I sit, laptop in hand, coffee on the table, out on my roof. God this is a great way to work. I swear I'd be more productive if I could work out here every day!
Last night was a lot of fun. I hadn't watched a game at Phebe's (corner of West 4th Street and Bowrey) before. We had an entire back room filled with old Riviera regulars. Was a lot of fun. The Twin got to meet the Welshman, J, and the Rocker, and it went pretty well, though today I did get teased for the two of us holding hands. But at least they didn't make fun of me in front of him.
The game, on the other hand was absolutely abysmal. No one is going to be able to explain to me why, on a night you KNOW you've got a guy who's going to give up runs, on a night you KNOW you're going to need a lot of run support, you sit your starting second baseman and DH. Especially sitting Ortiz. It just made no sense. And it allowed Lima to be able to pitch around Manny. I haven't read the wrap ups yet, but it will be interesting to see what Schilling has to say about the outing. He had brief glimpses of what a healthy Schilling could be like, but he's clearly not ready yet. Meanwhile, the Twin (who was a pitcher in college) noticed that he thinks Schillings stretch is different this year. Anyone else notice that?Labels: work |
| posted by FINY @ Friday, August 26, 2005 |
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| Thursday, August 25, 2005 |
| Sniffle Sniffle |
Well, my week has officially caught up with me. I think I just sneezed a dozen times. This is not good.
Monday was a relatively low key day. There was some laundry. Some waiting for the phone to ring. Some new roommate bonding. And then some more waiting for the phone to ring.
Tuesday was pretty rushed. Missy was in the city for the last time during this semester break and I met up with her for a drink after work. Note to all NYCers. The Barking Dog? Terrible service. It took us FOREVER to get our check. We literally had to chase the waitress around. After that it was appetizers and drinks at MM's new place. It's really amazing what she's done with the space, it's absolutely adorable. So those of us that helped her move were treated to beer, wine, and food. And a few games of Scategories. God I love that game.
Last night was a night out with the girls. KO, Meegan (Meegan I am assuming it's Ok to use your name since that's what you post under?), LM, and MC (the Philly fan friend) and I all gathered at the bar somewhere around 6. And left somewhere around midnight. And I don't know about the girls but I hadn't eaten. let's say I am pretty damn tired today.
And sneezing.
The best part? It doesn't stop now until Sunday! Tonight the twin, the welshman, J, the rocker and I are all watching the Sox game down at Phebe's. While I hold out absolutely no hope of us winning tonight, it's like train wreck, I just have to watch this start by Schilling.
Then tomorrow my friend Timlinin8th comes to visit for the weekend and lord knows we're going to be wasted the whole time.
Can I take a nap now?Labels: misc. |
| posted by FINY @ Thursday, August 25, 2005 |
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| Monday, August 22, 2005 |
| Looking at Life |
Do you ever feel like you sometimes look at life the wrong way? As I write this I am sitting on the stoop outside my laundromat and as I walked outside I thought "Gee, what a beautiful sunset, it looks like a painting!" And, in honesty, it does. The salmon colored clouds look like giant brush strokes across a bright blue canvas. It looks like one of those paintings you always used to see that guy doing on television. You know the "happy clouds" guy? What was his name?
anyway, this happens with relative frequency. I think most people have been on a vacation and seen a sandy white beach and crystal clear blue water and thought "Gee, this reminds me of a postcard!"I remember being down in the Dominican Republic back in January, taking a horseback ride on the beach when we stopped to look around. To our right, that crystal clear blue water I was talking about was spraying up in giant mists of white as the waves crashed on a natural rock shelf. And up ahead of us, where the beach seemed to end, but really just took a turn out of sight, was this gorgeous stone and straw cottage, all by itself framed by the water on one side and forrest on the other. That was my "this is a postcard" moment.
And then there's living in New York City, where so many major motion pictures and television series are shot on a daily basis. There are constantly times when I'll look around and think, "This is just like that scene in Sex and the City when Miranda tells Carrie she's pregnant!" (that scene was shot right outside my office, so that actually happens DAILY). Or "wow, I feel like I'm in Friends".
But isn't this the wrong way to look at life? Literature, film, art, are all created to imitate real lofe. So instead of wandering around thinking about how real life feels like the movies, shouldn't I get that feeling when I am watching a movie, or looking at a photo, or viewing a painting, that "Wow, this reminds me of such and such that happened to me"? Shouldn't art remind me of my life instead of the other way around? And what does it say that that's not the case?
Art SHOULD imitate life, not the other way around, no matter how the saying goes. We should revel in the beauty of our eeryday lives. In the people sharing the subway with us, in the sound of the laundromat spin cycle, in the beauty of a historic high rise building. We should glorify these things, because they are real. Not some Hollywood imitation of what is real. Not some artists rendition of what real life is like.
So take a moment and look around. Find one beautiful thing around you, and revel in it.Labels: misc., NYC |
| posted by FINY @ Monday, August 22, 2005 |
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| Friday, August 19, 2005 |
| Boulevard of Borken Dreams |
Full credit for this goes to AK over at RSN.net. Absolutely cracks me up. While making me sort of sad at the same time. You'll be missed Bellhorn, you'll be missed.
Boulevard of Borken Dreams
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I walk to first from home
The only way to first I have ever known
Don't know what hits are
But it's ok with me and I walk from home
I walk or swing, got beat
On the Boulevard of Borken Dreams
Where my bat's asleep
and I'm the only one and I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
A base hit is the only thing that's fleeting
Sometimes I wish someone out there will sign me
'Til then I walk from home
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides foul from fair all the time
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk from home
Read between the lines
I'm in Pawtucket and nothing is alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from home
I walk from...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
A base hit is the only thing that's fleeting
Sometimes I wish someone out there will sign me
'Til then I walk from home
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk from home
I walk from...
When I swing I do get beat
On the Boulevard of Borken Dreams
Where the slump is deep
And I'm the lonely one and I walk from...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
A base hit is the only thing that's fleeting
Sometimes I wish someone out there will sign me
'Til then I walk from homeLabels: Red Sox |
| posted by FINY @ Friday, August 19, 2005 |
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| Wednesday, August 17, 2005 |
| Random Memories |
Childhood memory is a funny thing. You can never tell if what your remembering is an actual recollection of the event, or an amalgam of stories you’ve been told. For example, I will swear until my dying day that I remember falling into the deep end of a pool when I was three (or so) and on vacation with my family on Cape Cod. It’s not a full memory, just a vague recollection of going under and a hand reaching out to grab me. This belief, that I truly remember the sensation, even if it is in the hazy way you remember a dream when you first wake up, is most likely unfounded. I was most likely too young to actually remember and have simply pieced together a “false memory” (see what working on psychology textbooks will do to you) from the endless retellings of the story at family gatherings.
But the one thing that I know I will remember, and that I know is true, are the details of my grandparents house in Pawtucket, RI. Though they moved to FL when I was somewhere around ten, so many memories are stored in that house that is no longer theirs that for years I couldn’t drive by it without getting misty eyed. Oh let’s be honest, I couldn’t drive past it without bawling for at least a year.
Certain things stick out. The green shag carpeting in the family room for sure. I used to pretend it was grass and have picnics on it. With my mother’s parents living so close to my childhood home I spent an amazing amount of time with my grandparents. I used to sleep over with Grandma and Papa quite frequently, and perhaps that’s what contributes to the fact that I actually do remember that the Chips Ahoy cookies were always in the left hand cupboard above the stove. And that the Tupperware was underneath the microwave in the corner. It’s literally impossible to forget their kitchen table as it now resides in my dining room after living for a long time in my parent’s kitchen as well.
I remember the living room was a sacred place, only visited on holidays and when I wanted to be a rebel. I remember that at the far end of the hallway stood a bookshelf that had the greatest glass clown on it. I remember the “toy basket” that was home to my life-sized Raggedy Anne and Andy dolls. But most of all I remember the basement.
I spent more hours down in the basement than I ever would have imagined I could. I was a bit of a “’fraidy cat” and was never a huge fan of the dark. So a basement filled with stacks of boxes, a washer and dryer that made some interesting noises, and an old desk filled with more National Geographic’s than I have yet to this day ever seen in one place, wouldn’t have been the most likely of play places for me. Yet I found myself there constantly. Sitting at the desk, a small lamp my only illumination, looking at all the pictures in the magazines I couldn’t quite understand yet. Creating trains filled with cargo out of any box that was light enough that I could move. And best of all, getting rained on by pennies.
One lasting image I will always have of my grandmother is her standing at the top of the stairs to the basement tossing pennies down on the floor. I was never supposed to know she was throwing them. I always acted as if they had appeared out of thin air and then scampered off to wherever they had rolled to exclaim in my newfound riches.
I know that many of these memories may be, yet again, the product of numerous stories. But to me they’ll always be real. And for some reason they came flooding back to me tonight and I felt like taking a trip down memory lane. And what would a road trip be without company. Just don’t touch the radio. I like this song.Labels: family, Rhode Island |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 17, 2005 |
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| It's Going To Be A Long Day |
I just said goodbye to The Twin as he headed home to Williamsburg to change before going into work. I am completely exhausted, but so worth it. Think my bosses would be upset if I pulled a George Costanza and set up a bed under my desk?
But hey, the Sox won, I'm fully entrenched in the giddy/giggly portion of the dating ritual, and I'm going to have a smile plastered on my face all day. And all we did was cuddle. Yup, it's official. I'm smitten.Labels: dating |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 17, 2005 |
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| Tuesday, August 16, 2005 |
| I Told You So! |
That goes out to all my baseball fan friends who poo-pooed my dislike of moving Schilling to the pen. To all of them that laughed at the idea that I would feel uncomfortable putting a guy who was clearly not healthy yet, who probably sacrificed his career to win the Sox a World Series into the kind of situation where winning and losing games would rest solely on his shoulders.
We all know Curt likes to have the ball in times like those. But he shouldn’t have it. Not now.
Last night the Red Sox needed four outs from him. Four. With the Sox leading 6-5 with two outs in the 8th Schilling was brought in and he fanned the first batter he faced but allowed two runs to score in the ninth, and earning himself, and his team, the loss.
A quote from the Boston Globe this morning had Schilling saying the following:
''You can't cost your team games while learning to do the job," said Schilling, who has been closing for a month now. ''There's no excuse for that. This is a results-oriented business. Tonight was a horrible night for me."
It was a horrible night for us too Curt. Granted I didn’t see the game, I only learned of it after returning home from a night out with Missy (no more Missing Missy, she’s back for two whole weeks!!!!) but even just reading the recaps hurt.
I had a conversation with my mother this past weekend about how she thinks that Red Sox fans would go nuts if the team benched “The Savior” for a while. I think she’s wrong. Perhaps the casual fan, the bandwagoners and what not would have a problem with it, but I think it’s clear the Schilling just should not be our closer. My mother’s argument had more to do with sentimentality. Remembering the bloody sock, the warrior on the field. Don’t get me wrong I will always love the man for what he helped us do last year (as I will the rest of the 25) but that doesn’t mean I won’t be pissed when he blows another save.
And before people jump on me, no, I don’t have a solution. I know we don’t have a bona fide closer at the moment. But I think we’ve given Schilling the trial run. They let him try it out. But now, down the stretch, is not the time for “learning on the job”. The Yankees are a mere 3.5 games back now and the last thing we want is to be dueling it out in the last few weeks because not winning the division could possibly mean not going to the playoffs.
Ok, I’m done ranting now, I just HAD to get that off my chest.Labels: baseball |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, August 16, 2005 |
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| Yet another reason I wish I had a digital camera |
Ok, this has got to be quick cause I am on my way to work, but have you ever seen flies have sex?
This morning, as I am sitting on my roofdeck, waiting for my landlord to show up, drinking my coffee and trying to wake up, I hear "bbbbz. bzzz. thud" And there, laying on the table beside me are two flies going at it.
I need a camera phone. Or a digital camera. Something. Because I really wish someone else had seen this with me!Labels: misc. |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, August 16, 2005 |
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| Sunday, August 14, 2005 |
| I Never Learn |
I just tried to whip off a quick post about getting ridiculously soaked by the recent rain. But I didn't save it first and of course what does that mean? That of course I lost it.
Sigh. This has happened so many times before. When will I ever learn? |
| posted by FINY @ Sunday, August 14, 2005 |
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| Saturday, August 13, 2005 |
| Thoughts While Being Held Prisoner By My Own Stupidity |
I am trapped in my house. It's 110 degrees in here and I am not even being overly dramatic. I've mentioned before that I do not have air conditioning and as it's 96 degrees in New York today, I think 110 is probably a good estimate on the temp in here.
Why am I stuck here you ask? I'll tell you, it's because I am an idiot.
Last night I reorganized my life. Filed old bills cleaned my room from top to bottom. Decluttered. It felt GREAT.
Somewhere in there, I cleaned my keys right out of my life.
Seriously, I've searched EVERYWHERE. I tore apart my room so that it no longer resembles the haven it was for all of twelve hours. I've checked everywhere in the apartment, they are quite simply, gone. One of the new roomies (I think I'm going to call her the Grad Student from now on and the other one can be the Teacher) is running to the hardware store later to get some supplies and is going to copy the key for me while she's there, but god damn this is annoying! They've got to be SOMEWHERE.
There were things I was supposed to DO today. I wanted to go into work. I wanted to drop off film to be developed. I wanted to do laundry. Instead I am stuck here feeling the sweat literally dripping down my stomach underneath my tee-shirt (is there a feeling grosser than that because right now I can't think of one). Sigh. I'm a moron. |
| posted by FINY @ Saturday, August 13, 2005 |
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| Friday, August 12, 2005 |
| You're Gushing |
We were eating $1.50 cheeseburgers and swiging from dewy Bud Light bottles when I checked my phone.
"It's weird when the Sox have an off night"
It was from The Twin.
Nothing huge, just a simple little message. I texted him back quickly asking if the kitchen remodling wasn't keeping his attention, when the Welshman's girlfriend broke out of the conversation at the table and said "The man just texted you didn't he?" I could FEEL myself blush. How the hell had she known?
"He did, didn't he, I can tell, you're like GUSHING over there!" I hadn't even noticed, but I guess a smile had come to my face. And now it wouldn't go away since I was now sitting, embarassed, with three sets of eyes on me. I excused myself to the bathroom to escape for a minute.
As I came back the Welshman and his girlfriend were in a conversation about what had just transpired.
Apparently "gushing" means something COMPLETELY different in Wales. Thank God we're in the US because if I had been "gushing" in Wales ... well let's just say it's not something most people like to do in public.Labels: dating |
| posted by FINY @ Friday, August 12, 2005 |
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| Wednesday, August 10, 2005 |
| The Blind Leading The Blind |
This afternoon as I was wandering to Chipotle for lunch a saying came to my head. "It's like the blind leading the blind". I use this saying pretty often, usually when talking to other single girlfriends about dating (because really, none of us have gotten it right at this point and yet we still insist on conferencing on every minute detail).
The reason it popped into my head this afternoon? While crossing 23rd Street at 6th Avenue, what do I see? Two elderly blind women, arms linked, their other hands each holding those walking-stick-thingies, leading each other across the street.
A HUGE part of me wishes I had had a camera phone. But then again it probably would have been cruel to take a pic of that. |
| posted by FINY @ Wednesday, August 10, 2005 |
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| Tuesday, August 09, 2005 |
| A Terrible Realization |
You know, I was thinking about my epic post from yesterday when I realized something ... my DAD reads this thing. Ack! I know my mom reads it, and I have no idea who she's told about it, but since I tell her everything anyway, not such a big deal. In general I don't edit these posts for content depending on who might read them. For example, the Twin, a Sox fan, lord knows may stumble here one day. A possibility that would end in my mortal embarassment, but if I didn't write about him would this really be a chronicle of how I live my life? Nope.
But my Dad reading that last post? Oh crap. I hope Mom warned him. Perhaps I should start a rating system for each of my posts.
*This post has been certified as PF (Parent Friendly)Labels: dating, family |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, August 09, 2005 |
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| "Discovery is Home" |
 Yeah I was a little late for work today, but I got completely pulled in by the live coverage of the shuttle landing this morning. Space travel is so completely amazing to me. I mean, I can barely wrap my head around theories and physics of why airplanes stay in the air, nevermind that we can get a shuttle into orbit ... and then back down! So a big Welcome Home to the crew of the Discovery. And well done, NASA for getting us back into space. |
| posted by FINY @ Tuesday, August 09, 2005 |
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| Monday, August 08, 2005 |
| By Popular Demand ... Number 2! |
*Finy giggles uncontrollably. Hehehe. I said number 2!*
Ahem, sorry, ok here we go ...
Though Friday is technically not the weekend, that’s where our story begins. Sometime Friday morning, Ed a friend and frequent commenter here, mentioned that he was going to head to the new Boston 212 Café that evening to check out the game. I had planned on making it an early night, but of course what could I do but be sure to meet him up there. It’s not as if the man comes into the city everyday!
What this also did was give me an opportunity to text message The Twin. The Twin and I had talked the night before for about half an hour, just shooting the shit. He had come out for my birthday a few weeks back, things were … progressing, I guess. So I texted him that morning, let him know I was going to watch the game that night, and asked if he’d like to join us. He said he’d meet us there.
Well, clearly that meant more preparation for the night was necessary than if I was simply meeting Ed! (Sorry Ed, sweetie, you know I love you, but I don’t shave my legs for you). So as I scrambled home after work (which because it was Friday during the summer meant a departure time of 12:30) I hurriedly did laundry, because I needed something cute to wear, hung out with my new roommate for a while, got myself all pretty (ok, as pretty as you can make yourself to watch a Sox game, I mean I couldn’t be trying TOO hard) and made my way back into the city.
MM and I had made plans to go to Petco to ask some questions about adopting kittens. This part of the story is almost a bit too painful to retell as I absolutely fell in love with a grey tabby that I could NOT put down. Unfortunately it didn’t work out. We’ll leave it at that. Sigh.
Once I got to the bar The Twin had sent me a message that he was running late but would be there soon. So as I sat with Ed and our Friend Brooklyn, one of the owners of 212 comes over and asks if it will just be the three of us.
“No,” I answer grudgingly, knowing exactly where he’s going with this, “someone else is meeting us as well.”
“Oh REALLY.” He feigns surprise. “Who would that be?”
“The Twin, ok, the twin is meeting us. Happy?” I could see this was going to be a long night.
And boy was it …
The game was, well, is there any other way to put it than downright painful? The Twin met up with us maybe 3 innings in, which clearly bolstered MY spirits but I doubt did much for the rest of them. For the next few hours we sit around, joking, talking, having a good time. I still have a hard time reading The Twin. To this point we’ve been on a few dates, we hang out a bunch, I’ve gotten a few quick kisses goodnight, but that’s about it. And I’m too damn nervous and too damn shy around him to really try to figure it out. I am an absolute wimp when it comes to him. It’s retarded. Immediately after the game, Ed and Brooklyn left, and The Twin and I ordered a few more drinks. And then for some reason we all did shots. Cause that was a good idea. But it was on the house, so why the hell not.
Afterwards we decide to get some food because neither of us is “really all that tired”. I don’t know about him, but I am lying out my ass at this point. It’s 1am and I’ve had a lot to drink. I am definitely sleepy. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
After having a fantastic greasy breakfast at a nearby diner we start walking towards Grand Central. I’m gearing myself up for the inevitable quick kiss goodnight as has been the ending to every other time we’ve hung out when The Twin asks if I want to get another drink. In Brooklyn.
Now the question is, where to?
And it was clear that neither of us really wanted to answer it.
So as we stood above the platform trying to choose which train to take, I was doing my subconscious, I’m nervous so I am just going to look at the floor move. That is until he grabbed the belt loop on my jeans gently pulled me toward him and kissed me.
Oh. Ok. Your place or mine?
In the end we decided to go back to his new apartment, grabs some beer on the way, and hang out for a while. Or that’s what we said we were going to do. It was almost 4 in the morning who were we kidding?! After showing me the new place, some of his work, and some photography he’s actually been the subject of, we picked out a movie and got comfy. Since the Twin doesn’t have a TV, nor really any room in the living room at the moment, I was lent some PJs, we put the movie into his laptop and promptly snuggled up.
Man have I missed that. I know that guys like to joke about how long you’re supposed to cuddle and blah blah blah, but seriously, sometimes it’s just nice to be held! By the time the movie ended, or should I say whenever it was that we noticed it was over, it was light outside. Oops.
After sleeping until about 3 we rolled out of bed ready to head out for a bite to eat. As The Twin showered I checked my messages, The Welshman had called twice. Fully bored without his girlfriend in town, we decided to see a movie later that night. After, of course, the requisite making fun of Finy for having not been home yet.
After a lot of wandering around Williamsburg and lunch at a cute little hole in the wall pub (which felt weird to both of us since it felt like midmorning but was really midafternoon) the Twin and I headed into the city, he to buy some stuff for the apartment, me to take a nap. Or so I thought.
We parted ways at Union Square and realizing I was close to the movie theater, instead of transferring right away to get home to Brooklyn, I headed above ground to check the times of Wedding Crashers. This was my first mistake.
I give the Welshman a call, rattle off the times, and realize that if we want to see The Rocker play a show that night we’re going to need to go to the 7pm viewing of the movie. I’ve got an hour. So much for going home and napping.
So off to the Welshman’s to kill some time and borrow his hair gel (because let’s be honest, curly hair was not meant for all nighters. It was starting to look like I had a shrub on my head). After a beer on the back patio and some more making fun of me, we headed to the theater.
Everyone must go see this movie. I am completely serious it was hilarious. I hadn’t really been excited to see it. Looked like another one of those, “Really? Was it THAT funny? I didn’t think so … but whatever”. I feel that way about a lot of movies that seem to become instant pop culture. But this was just absolutely freaking hysterical. Seriously. Go see it. Now.
So after said movie we’re out on the sidewalk and the Welshman wants to grab a drink. We’ve clearly passed the time to make it up to the Rocker’s show, so we decide to head to Nevada Smiths, watch the end of the Sox game, and have A beer.
This was mistake number two.
The Sox lose the game in horrendous fashion, and the bar requires a $20 minimum on credit cards. Since The Welshman had thrown down his company card, clearly we need to each have another beer. It is now probably somewhere around 11pm? I haven’t been home in … hmmm … 39 hours. But what was I to do? A free beer was sitting in front of me. Obviously it must be drunk.
Once again we are on the sidewalk. The Welshman notices we are very close to Black and White. I make mistake number three just by THINKING about it. Because he sees the hesitation and walks away in the direction of the bar.
Mistake number 4 is following him.
It should be noted that Black and White was the scene of the crime some 6 months back where the Welshman and I crossed the line. And I have to admit it felt nice to sit down over some Red Bull and vodkas (because I was definitely crashing at this point) and shooting the shit. To know that we were far enough removed from that that it wasn’t even an issue.
What did NOT feel nice was waking up the next morning after arriving home some 44 hours after I had left it and not really sleeping so much as passing out. What felt even WORSE was helping my new roomie from Boston move her stuff into the apartment. Or after that trudging all the way uptown to meet the Welshman, the Rocker, J and a few others to celebrate J’s birthday and watch the game.
I don’t think I’ve ever slept as well as I did last night.Labels: Boston, dating, drinking, Red Sox |
| posted by FINY @ Monday, August 08, 2005 |
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| You Decide |
Ok all, my brain is FRIED and I have about a thousand things I want to write about so how's about a little poll? I'll end up writing all of these eventually, but I don't even know where to start now. The choices are:
1. My thoughts on the Sox series this weekend v. the Twins
2. A Weekend Roundup (might be really long, I left the house at 8am on Friday morning and didn't return until 3:30am Saturday night/Sunday morning. No this was not planned.
3. Why bookstores are like crack
4. Instead of a full weekend roundup, an entry focused on the Twin
Ok have at it. Ironically, none of you probably even give a crap AND I've just broken a ton of Jere's "rules" :) But eh well.Labels: misc. |
| posted by FINY @ Monday, August 08, 2005 |
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| Thursday, August 04, 2005 |
| A Question |
I want to ask, "Why even ask?"
But then I need to ask myself "Why say yes?" |
| posted by FINY @ Thursday, August 04, 2005 |
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| Missing Missy 2: Or, Reason Number 2843597 I Love NYC |
Missy, I promised I'd dedicate posts to you when something truly New York went on in my life, so here it is.
When I walked into my cube this morning the light on my phone was flashing. I had just missed a call. Two seconds later my bag begins to vibrate on my shoulder as my cell phone rang.
MM has just seen the original cast of Rent on the Today show and found out that they would be playing two songs in Bryant Park this afternoon. Clearly, we had to go.
Rent debuted ten years ago in NYC and has been going strong ever since. Both MM and I have seen it multiple times and could probably sing the whole thing, curtain to curtain, without pausing for a breath. That said, we had never seen the original cast.
Apparently the reason for the special event was that Rent is now being made into a movie, due out in November. So they teamed up with Broadway Cares and Equity Fights Aids to do a simultaneous fundraiser/promo.
Now I ask you, in what other city could I wander out of my office, hop on a subway, see the original Broadway cast of one of my favorite musicals perform two songs, and still be back to the office in time to have not taken a long lunch hour? And have all of it happen for free? The answer has to be none.
Bryant Park wasn't quite as full as I expected it to be, though I guess there wasn't all that much publicity for the event. The cast sang "Seasons of Love" and "Take Me or Leave Me" not two of my favorite songs (they sang "What You Own" on the Today show. If they had done that again I think I would have died with happiness). Still, standing in the middle of Bryant Park, surrounded by lush green trees dwarfed by the skyscrapers behind them, listening to simply amazing music, surrounded by hundreds of fellow musical buffs all I could think was "It's so damn cool that I live in this city".
After three years here, I don't think that feeling is ever going to go away. |
| posted by FINY @ Thursday, August 04, 2005 |
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| Monday, August 01, 2005 |
| A Sad Day for Baseball |
Before I go off wandering the internet, and especially the blogosphere, looking for people's reactions to Rafael Palmeiro's suspension this afternoon, I thought I'd jot down a few thoughts. I know that in getting more information, and in thinking about it more, I am sure that my opinions will oscillate quite a bit. But for now, I'd like to record my initial emotional response.
I'm sad. There's really no other way to put it. I feel like no matter how old I get, and contrary to all of the information at my disposal, I will always be the idealistic, baseball as a pure game, stars-in-her-eyes kind of fan. I'm like that in my everyday life as well. Always seeing the good in people long before the bad. This usually gets me walked on. But it's never going to change.
So when something like Palmeiro's suspension happens, I feel ... betrayed. And I think all baseball fans should. I also want to smack him upside the head. I don't care how long he's been using steroids, I don't care what it's done for his career, how FUCKING stupid do you have to be to continue to take them right now? Sure, testing is random, but when you KNOW there's testing going on, why even risk it? So now, not only is Palmeiro potentially a cheater and a liar, he's also potentially incredibly moronic (I say potentially because he is claiming he didn't use them and that they got in his system without his knowledge, which I guess still puts him in the just ridiculously dumb category, so really no matter what way you look at it the guy is now a known idiot).
This is all the baseball world is going to be talking about for a little while. Maybe a long while. And with each new theory I feel like it's going to kill a small piece of the little-girl-fan inside me. The one that wants to believe there are pure baseball players. The one that believes in the game and the people who play it. I don't want to become bitter and start thinking everyone who suddenly gets hot is taking performance enhancing drugs. I want to believe that this is clearly OTHER teams problems and that obviously none of the Sox would ever use.
But logically I know this is the state of the game. We have to be skeptical now. We have to question, and criticize. And you would think Red Sox fans more than anyone else would be prepared to do so. But I'm not. Even though I know I have to. |
| posted by FINY @ Monday, August 01, 2005 |
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