Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Randomivity


I watched a car get towed from the lot outside my building on Saturday night-probably someone at the bar or maybe a guest of a resident. Is it bad that I wanted to stay up and watch the window to see their reaction when they saw their car was gone? (I didn't)

Feeling proud of a friend is a good feeling. Being amazed with their talent is even better.

Seeing a certain one act play on three different occasions was pretty darn cool. I watched it evolve from sort of fresh/new to middle to "end". It made me really appreciate the actors and the director more than I already did.

4am = a horrible time to go to sleep. Even if you don't have to get up the next morning.

People are funny. When they can't understand a word the conductor of the T is saying, they grumble. But when the announcements are crystal clear and frequent they get angry too. (Though this guy was overly talkative). You can't have it both ways people!

I've never been woken up by text messages before-that is, until last week. Then for some reason I received 3 (from different people!) all between the hours of 2am-4am. My point? The phone is by my bed-I can hear it-it wakes me up. And also, it's weird that all of a sudden people want to talk to me at 2am!

I am going to my first Red Sox game of the season tonight! I'm pretty psyched.

Oh! How cool is it that I saw the jets fly over Fenway on TV then looked out of my living room window and saw them too!

Hanging out with your old office manager is hysterical when she is sloshed.

Hearing that everyone misses you and that they are struggling to do your work makes us feel good. :)

Black and white cookies will call your name late at night and it will lead you to get dressed, walk downstairs to your car and retrieve them. What? That doesn't happen to you?

I hate when someone says, "Of course you know..." but you don't. But you don't want to say, "Actually...I don't." So you don't. And then you wonder wtf they are talking about for the rest of the time.

I think that a teenager I care a lot about is gay and I wonder if anyone else on the "inside" knows. This isn't exactly the best family to be gay in, and I hope that if she is, she knows that it is more than OK to be herself.

Ever wonder how come the people who hurt you the most are able to move on so quickly? And how the people who really don't deserve 2nd chances (or 3rds, 4ths, 100ths) are always the ones who get them?

Even an assassin can make flowers grow.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Toosdae ?'s

Today's questions are quite random and they don't fit together at all-but sometimes that's how I roll. Enjoy!

1. If you owned a sports team what would your team colors be?

2. What office supply do you find yourself using the most?

3. What would your last meal be?

1. Green and white.

2. Post It notes-hands down. I use them for everything.

3. Grilled cheese on white bread (and white American cheese) with McDonald's french fries-crispy, and an ice cold cherry Coke. Dessert would be a soft serve vanilla cone dipped in chocolate, preferably from Carvel.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Manic Monday: Trip

Monday's are MoMoLicous. Go visit!

My most favorite memories of college coincide with when I lived with my friend Christine. She was & still is one of the craziest people I've ever met. She drank too much, smoked pot constantly and slept around. I spent most of my time making sure she was OK, but still managed to have some fun along the way.

We were the only underclassmen given an open door to the senior apartments for parties. We went to every around the world party there was when other people were shut out, and it was rare that our room wasn't full of people. I even had 1 boy pay to enter our room-a penny each time. He was there so much that he funded a $50 cab ride to our condo in Myrtle Beach one summer.

We took random, spur of the moment road trips to NY and Canada. We talked to strangers on the bus & did silly things like make literally THOUSANDS of construction paper smiley faces & posted them all over our section's bathroom. We played "Fernando" by Abba for our janitor every morning.

We'd stay up for hours talking about nothing-things like how her grandfather wouldn't eat a PBJ if the "J" was on the top & would actually make her grandmother re-make the sandwich & serve it with the "PB" on top, or how her uncle had a phobia of everything round. I think that night we didn't sleep because we kept exclaiming, "How did he do this & he wouldn't be able to do that!

We mud wrestled on the campus green, got into a mud fight on spring weekend, bungee jumped together, stalked a cute boy together (OK, maybe more than 1) & even orchestrated a treasure hunt for our guy friends to find the video game we stole from them.

I have 2 very favorite Christine & Mags stories, though as you can imagine, I have endless little stories that make up the wonderfulness of my time away at school. My 2 favorite stories are:

1. Our 24 hour trip to Canada
2. Our pink lemon story

I've already told* the pink lemon story HERE, so this time, I'll tell you about our 24 hour trip to Canada...

“Where should we go?” we asked a random boy in the shuttle van.

“New York” he replied.

Eyebrows raised, glances exchanged, a decision still left unmade.

“We’ve already been there. We slept in our car in a hospital parking lot.”

Gasps seep out from the prude in the corner.

More smiles from us, 2 crazy and free girls, whose mothers know nothing of our gallivanting.

“Canada” said the driver. He knew us from a party last week, and also from psychology class.

Sideways smiles, sly and clear; a definitive yes.

With nothing but the clothes on our backs and our thirst for adventure, we went left, flying high into a memory that would last 2 lifetimes.

That trip was and still remains one of the most exhilarating times in my life. My friend and I were young and free and were without plans or deadlines. We (almost) literally could go anywhere her little blue car would take us. We didn't have a lot of money. We didn't pack any bags. We did, however, have a map. And of course, our sense of adventure.

Neither of us had ever been out of the United States before and even though it was "just" Canada, it was still another country. This was well before passports and suspicion so being so spontaneous was quite do-able, especially when we lived in Western MA...the drive wasn't bad at all. With the music blasting (Violent Femmes Blister In the Sun in still reminds me of this trip) we set our sights North without any idea of what we were in for.

About an hour into the trip we realized that we were of legal age to buy alcohol in Canada (we were only 19). This, as you can imagine, was a big deal. About 2 hours into the trip we realized that we *might* have to speak French and about 2 hours and 5 minutes into the trip Chris realized that I only remembered a few words of it from high school...

In Vermont we encountered a one eyed lumberjack in red and black plaid. He may or may not have smelled like maple syrup.

At the border we were asked why we were visiting Canada. Pfft...um...because it's FUN?!? (The customs lady didn't like that very much.) She then asked us if we had any money.

Lady...we're young, but we're not stupid! Of course we have money for a hotel, gas, beer and a meal! You think we'd come up here without that? She shook her head and let us through. We immediately pulled over and took pictures at the "Welcome to Canada" sign.

Did I mention that it was around 1am when we finally got there? No? Well...it was around 1am when we finally got there. After driving around for an hour or so we realized we didn't know any of the Canadian laws. We were, for some reason, mainly concerned about whether we could turn right on red. (Why?!?! That's so weird-and I remember it specifically!) In fact, we were so concerned that we knocked on the door of the police station to ask them about their driving laws! Because it was so late, they wouldn't let us in. (Nice, huh? 2 young girls knocking on the police door at 2am!) After talking with the officers through an intercom, we set off to find our sleeping quarters.

On the way we:
1. Learned that coffee at Duncan Donuts in Quebec has a greenish tint and that (in 1996) they did not know what a Boston Cream Donut was.
2. Gas stations also lock their doors and you can't enter without ringing a bell. If you look alright, they'll let you in.
3. Canadian scratch off tickets are very lucrative.
4. They have the longest, thinnest straws known to man. Yes, I took one home to show my family. I'm sure at least one of my sisters remembers. If my Papa were still alive, he'd still be making fun of me.

The next morning I looked out the window to see beautiful Canada. It was October, so the leaves were brilliant and the air was crisp and cool. The green fields we drove through were so vivid in color that it's still burned in my memory. All of the people-even the poor girl at the breakfast shoppe I tried to communicate with (luckily I knew the word for egg) were so super nice!

Oh, and that money question at customs? We quickly realized she meant did we have CANADIAN money! Which of course, we didn't. Luckily we were close enough to the border that most people took our cash...

For the entire day we simply drove around Quebec without any agenda or direction, simply going with the flow. We didn't care where we ended up or what we saw. We just knew that what we were doing was new and exciting and FUN. At the end of the day, we'd seen nothing and everything and learned more about freedom and Independence than any classroom could ever have taught us.

And then we bought beer. :)

When we got home-almost exactly 24 hours after we left-every one of our friends bombarded us with questions. We hadn't told any of them where we were going or even that we were going. It was long before cell phones were around so most of them (my boyfriend included) were not happy to hear our story, but pissed that we didn't tell them we were leaving. So pissed, in fact, that none of them wanted to hear how much fun we had. So we did what any two crazy girls who were high on life would do:

We walked back to our room and drank our beer.

*Sorry for snagging the old intro-after reading it again I realized that it perfectly describes my friend and I and I felt it didn't need to be changed.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Survey Says!


The pasta could have been stirred a little bit more-a few pieces stuck together. Also, the sauce was a tiny bit salty. This was the feedback I got after dinner. That was right after they offered me the job!!!

:)

As for the pasta, I knew it stuck a little. The sauce, in my opinion, was not too salty but I also know that salt is one of those ingredients that varies from person to person. Heck, in culinary school I knew to over salt dishes for one chef and under salt for another. No big deal-now I know they are sensitive to salt, I'll make things a tad bit more bland than normal. The father had 2 big portions and both kids cleaned their plates! Dessert (my pear and apple crisp) was also a huge hit.

I start next week. 3 nights a week I'll go over to their home and prepare dinner and sometimes dessert for a family of 4. It's unclear whether or not I'll actually eat with them. Tonight they wanted me to (but I already ate) and so I sat with them at the table. After clean up, I'll help the mom occupy the oldest girl (who's adorable!) while the baby (also adorable!) is put to bed.

What made me smile about tonight was that I could hear the family in the other room while I was cooking. They were laughing and singing and playing games and it just made me happy to know that because I was there they could all do that as a family. I think I'm really going to love them.