Day 99

December 13, 2009

Today's weather compliments my mood quite nicely. Gloomy, dreary, and exhausted. I do sleep in, but once again, I have things to do, so no relaxation for me. Great. I go to the Upper East Side to meet a friend of mine from high school and one of his buddies. It was so great to see him! A familiar face in such a big city was nice! We go to a bar where it's all about the New England Patriots! Everyone in there were Boston fans. It's pretty cool. Brett would have loved it! The great thing about the bar...they don't serve food, so you order in whatever you want from restaurants around the area! Awesome, huh? I think it's pretty funny!

After the game's over, I take off to go shopping. I'm not going to get into this experience because I'm not really happy. This put me in the worst mood I can't explain to you. So, we're going to skip this part. Let's just say, I'm so extremely mad at myself, I have tears coming down my face, and all I want to do is scream. But whatever, I don't want to talk about it.

I'm on the subway, heading to meet the guys and there is lady talking to herself. I instantly thought of those movies where people are talking to themselves, so I think, I wonder if she sees anyone standing next to her. Maybe she does. I wonder what they look like. She's a little scary looking, so maybe she's just nuts! Who knows in this city? Then on the way there, plus on the way home, two different people get on the subway and tell their sob stories of how they need money. Really? You too? Funny, because I'm just as broke! Who knew I have something in common with a homeless man. Maybe we can be roommates in Central Park! I don't need a lot of room. ;) I feel awful because I want to give them money for food. But if I do that, I don't have money for food. This makes me feel even more like crap. I need to learn to not pay attention, but I can't help it.

On the way home, I get in an umbrella fight with some stupid woman who feels the need to do a circle around herself in the middle of the sidewalk. She obviously doesn't know where she's going, so I kind of slow down a bit to walk around her. It's one of those times where no matter where you walk, the other person is right there. But this time, it's pouring down rain, my feet are soaking wet, my jeans are soaking wet, my hair looks like a wet mop, and I'm cold. So, needless to say, I'm not that nice. She keeps walking, then stopping, then twirling around herself. I say, "Lady, what are you doing?! Get out of my way!" This is my first official, New York attitude moment, I was talking about in an earlier post. Yikes! She deserves it! When it's raining outside and people are walking fast to get out of the rain, don't be a moron and stand in the middle of the street, doing some kind of dance. Unless it's a rain dance to make the rain go away, get out of my way!

Note to self: Don't write a blog when you are in a bad mood. No one wants to read about your terrible day. No one wants to read negative comments about your attitude and about how you think your life sucks right now. Leave out the parts where you will just sound like a complete, ungrateful brat. Just go to bed early, get over yourself once again, and start over fresh tomorrow.

Brett Visit: Day 3

Happy Birthday Ashley! We get kind of a late start this morning. Were both feeling the aftermath of birthday parties.  I was going to make some coffee but Ashley has no coffee filters, awesome. So we head to get our rent a car, but we some how wound up at the hot wheels store. So we head out for Foxboro. And our trusty GPS decides it’s too early to work. So we have to call mom and she gives us directions. Ashley is the worst driver in America. And having her talk on the phone and drive at the same time, I thought if I jumped off a bridge I would have a better chance of living. She bump drafts off of the car in front of her, and drives about a quarter inch from guard rails, and is in a nutshell, reckless. She went to the driving school of Danica Patrick.

We finally get on the right path. The drive isn’t too bad. When we arrive to Foxboro there is a line to get off of the highway. And it is four hours before game time. Foxboro is a small old fashioned town, I kinda liked it. We pass up on parking and go to a local sub shop, get a case of beer and were official fans. It was fun even though it was only the two of us. We did have to pay 40 bucks for parking. That was a little outrageous. We head into the game and the stadium is huge. Our seats were high and we got all of the wind. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was cold and windy, just like a football game should be. I loved it. I couldn’t believe I was watching the Patriots play. Tom Brady had a great game. It was sweet to watch their unique offense in person. Brady drops back and throws short passes to Wes Welker and then hit Randy Moss in the end zone. The defense had four interceptions and one pick six. The best part of the game was when there was 36 seconds left, the Patriots had the ball up by ten. I look at Ashley and said, “Well this is the last play, they will take a knee and its over.” I was wrong. They line up in shotgun and throw it deep. Haha, I thought that was hilarious. It was cool to see the difference between the east coast and the Midwest.

The Midwest sporting events are usually calm and don’t get to crazy. 80% of the people there were decked out in Pats gear and were all die hard fans. They live and breathe for the Patriots. Everyone was there at least 5 hours before kickoff. The beer is even different there. In Iowa you will find Bud, Miller, and Coors, and on occasion a Sam Adams. They did have those there but they also had like 6 Sam Adams and Guinness everywhere. And the lines were longer then the food stands. We yelled and cheered the whole game it was great. And we got to watch these two jets fans get kicked out because the fans were yelling at them so bad. When they were escorted out, the three sections around them boo’d the loudest boo I've ever heard, it was hilarious. I thought that was awesome. We stayed until the clock read 0:00 like the real fans.

Leaving was time consuming we were in park for an hour. And it took even longer to get out. I love road trips because you have some of the best conversations. And sometimes the ride is one of the more fun parts. When we got back to Manhattan, we got off in a bad neighborhood. And I mean the Ghetto. I was a little scared I can’t lie. I know it was Ashley’s Birthday and I felt bad that we had to spend her day at a football game that I wanted to go to. But overall I had an amazing time at the game and I will never forget it.

Day 77

November 22, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! I’m 25, yay! (Not really. That means I’m closer to 30.) Yikes! Then I realize, 25 is great and I have a feeling this year is going to be my year! Who wouldn’t want to be 25, single, and living in New York City? Okay, I realize there are those who wouldn’t, but let me tell ya’, I’m going to love it and take advantage of it!

Anyways, moving on. It’s game day! Sunday-funday in Massachusetts at the New England Patriots football game! We rent a car. A Chevy Aveo, nonetheless. One of the first things out of Brett’s mouth, “Jesus Christ, Ashley. I forgot what a terrible driver you are. We’re gonna die. This is ridiculous.” Lol! I love it! The drive isn’t that bad. However, not driving for three months does tend to make one a little rusty. I thought texting and walking was hard. Now I know why they make texting and driving illegal. Brett and I saw our lives flash before our eyes probably twenty times today!

We get to Foxborough and the town sucks! There is nothing there, but the stadium and pretty nice mall they built around it. But who cares? The stadium was awesome! We get beer and a sub sandwich. Perfect for tailgating, right? Well, there was just two of us. Oh well…tailgating is tailgating! However, I will tell you the Bud Light was the worst thing I tasted, considering the amount of alcohol I consumed the previous day.

Who pays $50 for parking?!? Yeah, I’m not kidding! Fifty bucks! We found a place for only $40, but still! That’s a month’s worth of Starbucks I just handed for a lot full of dirt! We get to the stadium and Brett’s face, once again, was priceless. I loved it! In order to get into the stadium, they basically do a strip search!

Our seats, although high, were incredible! You could see everything! Check out the pictures below. Watch for Brett’s blog on his take of the game. He will do a much better job at explaining everything than I will. I had a blast! We ate a really good meatball sandwich and a funnel cake. Everything was perfect. The weather was your typical chilly football night, the Patriots had some sick interceptions, Jets fans got kicked out of our section for being obnoxious and flipping everyone off, and Brett and I were probably the most enthusiastic people in our section. Naturally. We stayed until the clock hit zero! We were the die-hard fans!

     

It took us about an hour and a half to get out of the parking lot. Thank God for Esther—she is our GPS system. She looped us out and around, away from the ridiculous traffic! Once we got back into the city, Esther decided she didn’t want to work anymore. So, of course, since it’s me, and for some reason I always get myself into these situations, we end up in the ghetto of NYC. Literally. The part of town I was told to stay away from when I first moved here. Brett and I kind of got that vibe considering it was 12:30 a.m. and there were hoodlums walking around the street staring at us. I mean, come on. Two white kids, driving a Chevy Aveo at 12:30 a.m.? I doubt they were looking to attack. They were too busy laughing at us, knowing we’re lost and scared out of our minds! =)

We finally make it home and we both crash, hard core! Running on about three hours of sleep makes you realize how great a bed and a pillow are!

Note to self: When your mom packs you hand and feet warmers for the football game because she knows you will more than likely need them, try not to forget them in your apartment. They would come in handy when it’s so cold outside, you can see your breath, and you are shivering because you’re so cold. It’s just a thought. Sure, you have gloves, but when your brother does not, they would have come in handy. Just a thought…don’t tell him mom packed them. Because then when he continues to make smart ass comments to you about forgetting them, you could have completely avoided this by keeping your mouth shut. Always think before you do anything. It really does wonders for you!

Day 51

October 27, 2009

Today proves to be a very successful day. I get my NFL tickets in the mail, I get a couple jobs, and I get to hang out with a friend from work. We go job hunting together--it makes it more fun! It is raining, so I'm thanking my dad for buying the mini-me umbrella when they were in town. Although I made fun of a 6'3", 250 pound man for carrying an umbrella fit for a munchkin, I am now gladly hovering it over my nicely curled hair.

As I'm walking, I receive my second marriage proposal while living in the city. That's right. I could be off the market right now, folks. I know what you're thinking. Who wouldn't want a raggedy man, in a pair of sweats, with snarly hair proposing to you in the middle of Times Square? It was tempting to turn down the, "Hey beautiful! Will you marry me?" But I had to do it. A girl needs options! ;) I prefer man number one who proposed and offered me a beach house in Florida! That's what I'm talking about! ;)

So, one thing I've come to find in this city--being a woman can get you a lot of places. I know this is true everywhere, but seems to be more prevalent here! My friend, who is a male, applied for the same positions as I did, but got turned down. One thing we both noticed--all the staffers were female. Sexist! But, I can't say I'm surprised. We go sit in Starbucks while we wait for our travels to the Upper West Side. Breakfast Tea is probably the best drink on a wet, rainy day! It's so relaxing!

Columbus Circle is so fun! It's full of shopping, fun bakeries, and quaint, trendy restaurants. And they have the best store of all time there, Bebe. It's my favorite! We then head back downtown, where after a short while, I say goodbye to my job hunting buddy and head home. I'm still trying to get over being sick. My ear has been muffled now for three days, so I cannot really hear when people are talking to me. I'm sure I look like I don't know what's going on in life because I just stand there like a deaf/mute. Problem: it is now settling in both ears. Perfect.

So, I'm taking up reading. A friend of mine loans me Twilight. Yes, I know. I think I'm the only one who has yet to read this dang book. But I feel like I need a new hobby and something to ease my mind from the 500 things running through it. I'm actually doing pretty good. I sometimes catch myself daydreaming, but all in all, I'm surprisingly keeping engaged. I think it's because the print is large, which makes the pages read quickly. It's nice for people with attention problems! ;) I just have to take a quick break to write my blog, then I actually want to go back reading. Who would have thought?!? ;) Me, a reader. I know, I'm still getting over the shock as well. Let's just hope I finish the book! If not, they leant me the movie!

Note to self: Having a broken toe sucks! It's not been confirmed, but when you stub it on a church pew at a friend's wedding in August and proceed to be a dance-aholic the rest of the evening, you might want to think twice. Then when you wake up and you show your wedding date how black-and-blue it is, you can probably confirm the fact. AND...since it still hurts every time you walk and it's always swollen, you can now be positive that's probably what happened. Too bad there's nothing to do to fix this problem. I could cast it! ;) Just kidding. But think of how cute it would look. ;)

Day 45

October 21, 2009


My little brother never calls me. Until last night--only after I'm in a dead sleep, hyped up on meds. When I'm awoken from a dead sleep, I have the hardest time falling back to sleep. Him and his buddies are on a scavenger hunt around Drake, for a chance to win a trip to NYC and they need my help. Being the great sister I am, I offer my assistance. Why not? I can't sleep anyway! However with the combo of meds and no sleep, everything is a bit blurry, so my assistance is probably a waste of their time! ;)


Needless to say, 5:30 a.m. comes way too fast. Only for me to go into my job and find out my duty for the day is to pass out fliers on the street! Are you kidding me? Not only am I terribly sick and you're going to make me stand out in the bitterly-chilled air, you want me to shout to people about the company?! I don't think so. That's not what I signed up for! I have, once again, turned into one of those people I despise walking past on the street. Like my mother says, "Maybe it's karma getting back at you." It has to be! What else would it be? Even though I would never yell, I can't anyway--my fingers are frozen to the pieces of paper and my knees are still from the chill. So, I get mad, then I get smart. I post up shop at Au Bon Pain the rest of the morning, in the heat! Too bad I left my wallet at the office--everything looked and smelled so good! Those people have to be nuts to think I'm really going to stand outside and do this! They gave us 400 fliers to hand out and about 350 of them are in ABP's trash can! I need to keep some of my dignity people! Standing on the street, handing out pieces of paper just lowers it! No, thanks!


Here is a first for me anywhere! I am told by my new internship that I am not a good fit for their company. Yeah...I figured that one out real quick. But still, I've never been told that! I'm okay with it. The first time I hear him say, "Shut the f**k up. Keep it simple. No one wants to hear it!" is when I realize this place is probably not the best place for me to be. Outside of work, he's awesome; at work, not so much. "Mark, seriously, keep it simple...I don't f**king care, just get him to sign!...are you f**king kidding me?...Nobody f**king cares!" Yeah, this whole situation right here...not for me. I don't do well with overly large, male egos. I'm just not familiar with their style of writing, nor do I understand anything about investments, so we both agree it's for the best. Moving on.


The rest of the evening is dedicated to rest. I am bound and determined to feel 100% tomorrow! I do get Patriots football tickets for their November 22nd game against the Jets. My brother is a die-hard Pats fan, so we're going when he comes to visit. Happy birthday to me! What a way to spend my 25th. Again, keep in mind what a great sister I am! ;) He comes in less than a month! I can't wait! It's going to be insane! Just wait for the blogs! Time for more meds and sleep! Until tomorrow...


Note to self: Maybe you should listen to your friends when they say the cure to your illness is, and I quote, "I would buy a gallon of OJ and a fifth of vodka.. Mix in a glass.. Drink.. Repeat." Thanks Shelby! This is what friends are for! They know the best remedies to anything! Not your parents! Who wants to drink cough syrup when OJ and vodka tastes better and makes you feel fantastic in a shorter amount of time? ;) Jump on the alcohol medicinal program mom and dad...times have changed and it's time you do too! ;)