Monday, March 31, 2003
No motivation to do anything tonight except eat and veg out in front of the TV.
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3/31/2003 06:02:00 PM |
Sunday, March 30, 2003
The weekend is almost over and I've gotten a few things in order. We're a bit settled into our new home for the moment. Moved, put stuff away, got some laundry done, and even had a social life whilst all this commotion was happening.
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3/30/2003 04:15:00 PM |
Thursday: Went to see a play with two co-workers and a co-worker's friend at the Public Theater called "Fucking A" by Suzan-Lori Parks, same dame who wrote "Topdog/Underdog." This play was a modern take on "The Scarlet Letter," the novel by Hawthorne about a woman who committed adultery and had to wear a letter "A" sewn onto the bodice of her dresses. In this new play, however, "A" stands for abortion (amongst other things). It was wholly entertaining and I enjoyed it much more than her other play Topdog. I suggest you watch it! But before the play, we met at Bond St. Sushi for some delicious food and great saketinis. I've been there a few times before (one time was for my b-day) and it's fun to just stay in the lounge to drink and nosh on some sushi.
Friday: Okay, no social life on this day. See previous blog.
Saturday: Went to see some flats and townhouses in the Fort Lee area. Uneventful. But had dinner in a fab hole-in-the-wall Thai joint called Green Papaya in Flushing, NY with my family. Good food and company.
Sunday: Made an offer of this fab little house near where we used to live in Fort Lee. We'll be crossing our fingers and I won't be talking about this in order not to jinx ourselves. Please wish us luck! And tonight, I made plans have dinner in this yummy Cuban joint called Azucar in Edgewater, NJ. Mostly co-workers. It should be fun! Perhaps the best thing about today though, is that I just found out that my friends and I have started a collective blog chronicling the crazy exploits of five chicas! How fab! A sex-in-the-city type thing (or so we wish!) about what we do best --hang out together, eat dinners at fab places, go to lounges, and having a snazzy time!
Friday, March 28, 2003
We have officially moved into our parents' home in Demarest, NJ. Exhausted. We woke up at 6:45 am to put away all our stuff before the movers came. There were three moving men who came by our flat 'round 10-ish (they were supposed to be there between 8-9 am!). I was particulary delighted that the main moving guy (the spokesman, if you will) had a nice Brit accent...from Manchester perhaps? He was a small guy, but had a lot of energy. In any case, the movers got everything out and the flat was clean by 12 noon.
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3/28/2003 05:06:00 PM |
*Yawn* It's a Friday night and all I'll be doing is puttering around trying to arrange things. Mark says if we get a lot of things sorted away, he'll treat me to a hot fudge sundae. How lovely! Must be off now. Ta.
Thursday, March 27, 2003
A friend of mine here at work is mad at me and 2 others. But what’s worse is that her feelings are totally warranted. I was a bad friend and took her for granted. So for this morning, I’ve e-mailed her a few times to apologize but she has not answered back. I don’t like this feeling. Her anger towards me and the others stemmed from the fact that we had planned to watch a play tonight. She found out and was a bit miffed at the fact that she wasn’t invited. I know that feeling. It was like when I found out my friends went to go see a show without even asking me. The real issue here is the fact that she was excluded from the initial invite to go. Everyone likes being invited. In fact, I’ve made sure to invite all my friends to anything fun I’m planning to do where it be parties, going to a film, eating dinner or whatnot. However, I have failed this person by slowly distancing myself from her and excluding her. How un-fab.
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3/27/2003 02:07:00 PM |
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
We didn't get the townhouse. Oh well. And ugh...there's still all this packing to do. One thing I will consciously try to do from now on is to stop buying clothes (unless in dire emergency =). I have too many of them that I don't wear, some I wear only seasonally, and some I don't quite dig anymore. One thing's for sure, when we do find a home of sorts, I will whittle down all the unecessaries!
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3/26/2003 10:25:00 PM |
I've decided to do a new blog format and make this more of an entertaining, Bridget Jonesy-type chronicle of the ins-n-outs of my life. So folks, please do try to read this in a fab Brit-accent in manner of B.Jones (or Georgia Nicolson, see 3/25 blog).
Work was draining today though I was only there from 8 am to 1:30 pm. It was Megan's Law Day, which some of the Sheriff's Officers I work with have lovingly dubbed "Pervert's Day". Long and short of it, it's a day where we have hearings to determine the extent to which a community should be informed that a sexual offender is in their midst. Alarming really. Because of this, I will never let a child of mine (or under my care) go to the loo by him/herself ever until the age of 14 yrs old. One defendant of mine liked to hang out in the loo of Chuch E. Cheese's to hear 7-9 year old boys pee and wank himself off. And no, I am not making this up. Lovely, isn't it?
Then I went home early to pack. That is my day. Still is. Now I have to be off and help the hubs dismantle the bed. Ta.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Why do I have a 3-hour class tonight?! Why?! I have to go to a CLE (Wills) class again tonight from 6:30 to 9:30 pm. Good thing I brought me a book...my new reading pleasure is called "Knocked Out by my Nunga-Nungas." Yup, that's the title. It's actually book 3 of a "series" of some sort --the life of Georgia Nicolson, this 14-yr old Brit gal. Okay, okay...so it's really a "young adult" book series, but it's hilarious! My friend Annie gave me the first of the series entitled "Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging" and I was hooked. Think Bridget Jones if she was 14. It's pretty funny. Good escape. Try it.
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3/25/2003 03:05:00 PM |
I got to work late today. Rolled in at 10:30 am b/c the hubs and I were signing papers for an offer for this townhouse we liked here in Fort Lee. Yay! I hope we get it.....Oh man...I need to get the novenas going.
Monday, March 24, 2003
Mondays suck: There are not enough days in the weekend. And then Monday comes and you wake up as usual to go to work. I need a cup of coffee to get myself going otherwise I’ll just snap your head-off. I’m not a morning person so it’s really hard for me to be cheerful and talk about what I did during the weekend at 8:30 in the morning. My co-workers are like that though…always greeting me nicely and being chatty. Ugh. I mean it’s fine for them because they’re all over 40 yrs. old and are used to waking up at 6 am…but that’s because they sleep at 9 pm the night before!
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3/24/2003 09:58:00 AM |
This Monday is especially worse than usual only because I have all these things I’m worrying about in my head. For starters, I still have to pack a shit load of my stuff at home. We have to be about of our apartment by this Friday (3/28) and my stuff is still all over the place. And I mean my stuff only (the hubs is not a pack-rat like moi). There are all these things I have apparently held on to over the years. Letters from friends from back in the day (we’re talking high school here…and even a few from junior high); old pictures (oh man, I have to post one of them up…as soon as our scanner is un-packed…hilarious photo of Sol, Girlie, Trish, & I from 1996); knick-knacks…you name it. I keep them around because I’m still dead-set on the idea of putting together a scrapbook. So for now, I can’t throw them away.
Then there’s also this thing called CLE. Continuing Legal Education classes. Both NY and NJ require us newly admitted lawyers to take a certain number of hours of classes. It’s such bullcrap. In any case, I missed a class last semester, so now I have to make it up. Problem is, the class I need to make-up is scheduled tonight, but I just got my letter with a brand-new registration form last week. So needless to say, I have not sent it my payment (yes, this shiite is not free) and so I may not be able to take it tonight. The next cycle starts in the summer and apparently, that one doesn’t count in terms of credits. Argh! Confusing. To top it all off, no one is answering the phones! It’s almost 10 am for pete’s sake!!!
Then I got a letter from the NY Board of Admissions last Friday regarding my application. Apparently, they need proof of my immigration status to make sure I'm not an illegal alien. So now I have to get a certified copy of my green card and send it in ASAP so they can process my application to be admitted in NY as a lawyer.
Another major concern is that tonight, the hubs and I are planning to put in a bid for a townhouse we saw in Fort Lee. Mark is going over to our realtor tonight to sign all the documents. I’d like to be there, but I don’t know if I can due to CLE (if I get in). So we’ll see how it goes. May the fates be with us!
Thursday, March 20, 2003
I'm so not into networking. I came back a few hours ago from this Judicial Reception thing that I had to go to with my judge. It was hosted by the Bergen County Bar Association (of which I am a member), and it's kinda like a meet-n-greet sort of thing. The other law clerks and I are were all a bit peeved at the fact that dinner was not going to be provided (only hors d' oeuvres) and it was a cash bar. The only drink that was free was water. I gave a ride to 2 other clerks and told them that I was jetting in an hour and half because the hubs was coming home tonight. I am so not into schmoozing although I know it's essential to anyone's career. My judge yelled at us (in a fatherly way, not in a mean way) to stop hanging out with each other since we see each other everyday..and told us to go mingle. Easier said than done. I've never really been the outgoing type of person. I'm only gregarious and upbeat once I've gotten to know you. I'm more of the shy, quiet type at first impression, though I can get rowdy if the environment's right. In any case, I just talked to the people I know, and met only one new person. The president of the Bergen Women's Lawyers Assoc. She was nice. But I sure do not enjoy schmoozing. One law clerk and I ended up getting to know each better, and made up new pick-up lines for lawyers....Like: "Your motion doesn't look to good, but YOU sure do..." Heheh....corny lawyer humour for you!
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3/20/2003 11:07:00 PM |
Monday, March 17, 2003
Ok. So I just watched the President's speech a little while ago. This whole deal with this war is at once very real, yet somehow remote. I can't quite explain it. I know it's there, it's happening, but since we know it's happening over there in Iraq, the impact of it all takes a bit longer to get to you. Almost like, I don't feel it affecting me, but I do care. While America is a great country, I feel like they (the government) do tend to take on this omnipotent, "we rule, you follow us" stance when it comes to world politics. I'm not the most informed person about this whole Iraq situation, but I do think that Bush trying waay to hard to convince us all that Saddam is a current threat. Heck, Saddam's been around, and only now has Bush come up with this idea that he will lead America into greatness if he forces him to a give up his stash of weapons. I can't help but think, "why now, all of a sudden? Just because the whole Osama thing is going nowhere, Bush has just suddenly latched on to this new idea." I know he has this country's best interest at heart, but there's just this air of pretense surrounding it all.
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3/17/2003 10:37:00 PM |
I'm not as scared as some people about us going to war. In fact, this is probably the only time I'm ever really given much thought about it. But I am still concerend nonetheless. It's crazy to think what will happen here in NY/NJ when Saddam doesn't do what Bush ordered him to do come Wednesday evening/Thursday morning. I feel for those folks who have loved ones in the military. I feel for everyone really, especially the Iraqi people who will bear the brunt of it all. It's such a volatile time, but I hope that everyone is safe.
This whole war thing made me realize that I've lived through a lot of the U.S.'s historical moments. While I was living in Los Angeles, CA, I lived through the L.A. Riots sparked by the Rodney King incident. I remember living in our townhouse at the time and seeing and hearing some folks shoot actual guns from the rooftops of the buildings across from us. I remember my dad telling us to duck, and I remember my friend's parents losing their pizza business due to looting. At that time, I didn't really appreciate the gravity of the situation, and how the event would carry such a deeper meaning for years to come. But I was there. Then, I lived through the crazy earthquake of 1994 (year, not sure, but there was a lot of damage), also in Los Angeles. I remember my school being shut down for a week because they had to remove our church's steeple because it had cracks in it.
Then, September 11, 2001 came as well. I was a third-year law student at the time, going to New York Law School which is only 8 blocks away from the World Trade Center. Heck, I used to go over there all the time w/ some friends. I remember skipping class that morning because I had an interview and wanted to go in late. I went to the gym, got home, turned on the news and saw the craziness. It looked like a movie. To think I could've been trapped in that area like some of my friends were. It was amazing to see the places we went to, hung out at, all covered with ash, soot, debris, you name it. Our school was closed for three weeks because we didn't have any electricity. I remember refusing to walk south of Chambers St. because I just didn't need to see it for months afterward. Even though I was right there, I didn't go to visit Ground Zero until after they removed everything.
Re-Cap of my Weekend….
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3/17/2003 09:25:00 AM |
Friday: Went to the Met for the DaVinci and Manet/Velazquez exhibits. It was very crowded. This was at 7 pm on a Friday night. Saw the Manet/Velasquez one (such gorgeous colors…they just pop!) but apparently, we got there too late for the DaVinci exhibit (they closed it 20 minutes early). On the plus side, we got to see the African-American Drawings exhibits which we didn’t know about….we also saw this other room that I never knew about filled with Polynesian/Tribal artifacts including these cool canoes with carved ivory figures on the ends of the canoe….sweet. When I have a house, I'm going to buy a nice, high-quality Mark Rothko print or a Seurat print. We'll see.
I love going to the Met (but not that day, because it was just too crowded). Each time ago, I swear they move everything around. And just when you think you know where something is, they promptly move it to a different wing! In any case, The Met’s one of those places where you can just hang out, look around, read a book, sketch, write…nice.
After the Met, we went to Sylvia's for dinner over in Harlem. Yummy, hearty, cheap, soul/Southern-style food. I had the fried catfish. We saw Sylvia herself who asked all the tables how they were enjoying their meals. (So this dispels any rumours that she's dead, or has sold her business). I also had my first taste of this drink called "Perfect Alibi" --which is a mix of champagne, Alize, and cranberry juice. It was fabulous.
Saturday: Okay, the first half of the day was spent hauling boxes to our cars. The hubs and I went to the storage place. It took us more than an hour and a half to secure a stupid little room because first of all, the price quoted to us was wrong. Turns out, the room cost about $30 more than what they told us over the phone. Of course, they didn’t tell us about the price change until after we had signed all the papers. So I was like, “huh?” No way we are paying that much when you said a different price over the phone!! But eventually, we relented (we had no where else to go and the boxes were all in our car already). So we had to re-sign the papers. Then, we found out that the room we got was a mess! With crap all over the place, olive oil on the floor, trash, you name it! I was livid. What, did no one clean up before they rented out these rooms? Talk about unprofessional, crappy service!! So we had to go back to the front desk, complain, and we got a new room, with 1 month’s free rent. But, we had to fill out these papers all over again.
So after we got this room, finally, we proceeded to unload….we got there at about 10:30 am, and we left at about 2:20 pm or so. And let me just tell you, we didn’t have that many boxes really.
Sunday: Uneventful. All we did was pack up and try to clean up. Although I packed up about 5 boxes, the place still looks completely lived-in.
Today: I have a memo to finish at work. It’s such a lovely day today!!! I’m so happy I can drive around with my windows rolled down and blasting my music. Little things like that make me happy. So today will be a promising day….more later.
Thursday, March 13, 2003
I’m in a pissy mood today….
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3/13/2003 10:01:00 AM |
I’m generally a cranky, moody person. But I do hide that pretty well on a regular basis. No, I’m not being “fake” or anything like that…what I mean to say is that if I’m in a bad mood, I know I shouldn’t take it out on other people. So I’m nice and act normal. If I’m in a bad mood, no one will know unless you’re a good friend who I feel I don’t have to hide my feelings from. But today, I came to work this morning with a migraine in the works, so I’m especially extra-sensitive today and little things just set me off. But it’s bloody hard to hide it with a migraine, let me tell you....though I'm trying...
Here’s what pissed me off this morning so far:
1) Hearing co-workers talk with elaborate details about their respective illnesses and ailments: I mean, is it necessary to describe the you are poo-ing out blood and that you need to see your doctor and it’s probably because you ate nuts that you weren’t supposed to? (Oh wait, let me just tell you that I work in an office where I am the currently the youngest person. Everyone else is about 40 years old and up.) So while they are super-nice and I’m lucky to have such friendly, supportive co-workers, I do get tired of hearing about how your kidney don’t work that well, how you just had a colonoscopy and want another one, or how you can’t eat certain foods because it goes right through you. Normally, I’mfine and can sympathize, but just not today…
2) Getting an e-mail from friends canceling dinner for the 100th time: Okay, so I have some friends who I’m trying to schedule dinner with. This is hard because we have different schedules. So we set a date, then one friend says she can’t go because she's broke. Okay, fine. But heck, you see us once every 2 months, tops. Is it such a big deal to go eat dinner? I understand the whole money situation, I really do. I’m not rich, I’m not Bill Gates, my credit card balance is threatening to take over my life, but hey, I still go out. If I let being broke stop me from going out, then I would never see the light of day –EVER. But yes, I feel bad for being bitchy…it’s just that we had already planned this and it’s so hard to find a day that’s mutually agreeable to all of us without having someone cancel 3 days before. In any case, we reschedule, only to see one e-mail after another about “Well this day isn’t good, and this day isn’t good…” Long and short of it: we’re not going out to dinner this month at least.
3) Getting an e-mail from friends who I invited out saying they can’t go because they were thinking of doing something else, so why don’t I just ditch my original plans to go and join them instead: I’m planning to go this Sunday with some co-workers to go do pottery. We planned this last week. Okay, so invited my other friends to join us. We plan on doing the pottery thing at 2 pm. They e-mail back saying “Oh, we were thinking of watching a movie that day which we were going to invite you to, but now I guess you can’t join us because you’ll be doing pottery. Why don’t you just ditch pottery and join us?” Okay, normally I wouldn’t take offense, but since I’m in a pissy, cranky mood today, I’m like: “What the hell, isn’t it possible to do more than one activity in one given day? Is it too much to figure out that hey, maybe Kat can go watch the movie with us after she finishes pottery!” I only plan on doing pottery for a couple of hours tops. Okay, so maybe they plan to the watch movie at 12 pm or 1 pm. Whatever, I don’t know. I’m just really irritated today…I mean, don’t you know how scheduling works? What about in real life then? Heaven forbid you have to do 2 different things in one day! Okay…that’s enough of my ranting…I know it’s stupid. I know I’m being stupid.
That’s it so far….I’m sure there’ll be more things to add to the list. After all, it’s not even 10:00 am yet!!
Monday, March 10, 2003
My Burberry scarf was stolen today!! --I was so pissed earlier today when I discovered that someone stole my warm and toasty cashmere scarf from off the coat rack at work today. The coat rack stands right outside our office door in the hallway, and the only people who really walk through there are "authorized" people like my judge, my co-workers, attorneys, and sometimes, defendants. Someone at work told me, "you're stupid for leaving your scarf out there." Well you know what, I've been leaving my scarf there since winter hit and only today has it been stolen. And heck, I have whittled it down to three key suspects. As it turned out, there were 6 defendants who went to get interviews at our back room (they are generally interviewed to see if they qualify for a public defender, or to assess their background and eligibility for certain programs in lieu of jail time). As it turns out, 3 of these defendants were in for shoplifting. Two of these 3 were women. Surprise, surprise. So it's either any of those 3.
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3/10/2003 10:11:00 PM |
I'm going to investigate further tomorrow and look at the videotapes of yesterday's proceedings...I will get to the bottom of this! And really, it's not so much that my own personaly property was taken. That I can deal with. It's just a scarf (albeit an expensive one) and it didn't have any sentimental value. What I"m peeved about is that whoever took it had the audacity to STEAL from the office of the JUDGE that they were scheduled to appear in front of. Man, talk about balls-y!! Ok, granted, it could've been a co-worker, and I shouldn't point fingers...but circumstancial evidence points to the defendants who were being interviewed in the back room that morning. They had to have passed the hallway on the way out and back into the courtroom. And if it was a co-worker, then why wasn't it stolen a long time ago?
I was just sorely disappointed with people in general today. What hurts the most is that I plan to be a public defender. I haven't had a problem with it before, but today's incident really tests me. But I'll live.
Sunday, March 9, 2003
Do you ride hard or hardly ride?
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3/09/2003 10:58:00 PM |
I just got back from a weekend in Mt. Snow, VT. I went with Mark, my friends Girlie & Luke, their dog Tiny (but she didn't go riding =); my friend Grace & her bf Matt; and Matt's 3 buddies from Boston --I just met Matt and the crew this weekend for the first time.
Saturday was fabulous! It was a warm 40 degrees and it was sunny! The snow was ok (machine groomed loose & granular snow). It was very comfortable to ride in those conditions! One of the day's highlights had to be the Palmer X trail. It's a border-cross trail designed for the Anit-Gravity Grail Games (held at Mt. Snow that weekend) with hills and S-curves and a few jumps. It was great! I actually landed a few jumps with a bit of air! Slowly but surely, I am going to land a nice jump with big air! But I may have to get hurt in the process.... which brings me to Sunday!
Sunday was completely different. First off, it was overcast and it was only hovering a little bit above 20 degrees. Then it started flurrying...then it started to really snow. So most of the day was without sunshine. All the trails were icy, and it was very windy!! We had a lot of nice runs in the morning, but that afternoon went awry! Mark, Luke, and I wanted to practice our jumps at Grommet Park (this small terrain park designed for amateur tricksters (i.e., kids!). Mark went first, got some height going on, then fell on his ass and elbow on the landing...*ouch*. He was a bit shaken, but okay. He's still bruised up and hurting though.
Then Luke went, got some really good height going on, then fell on his ass and hit his head on the landing...*double ouch*. We had to call the red-cross/medic folks to get him some medical attention because he couldn't move his neck properly. He had to be put on a brace on a stretcher and brought to the First-Aid shed. And while waiting for the the stretcher, we saw this other girl do a jump and fall as well. She went *bam* down on the snow...pile-driver style on her shoulders and back. It looked really bad. But she was okay, and so is Luke. He got some x-rays done, and got a brand-new neck brace to wear. Other than that, he's as good as new.
As for me, I had no spectacular falls really. I was lucky. I've done some crazy attempts over the past few seasons to warrnat some crazy injuries, but so far, I haven't hurt myself badly enough to be put on a stretcher *knock-on-wood*. So far, I only have a scar on my left shin from falling off a table-top obstacle and a rail, but that's about it.
When we got home this evening, there was a message on our machine from our landlord saying he found new tenants for us (we have a lease until May 2003 but we wanted to move out early & move-in w/ Mark's parents so we could save more money for a house). The message said if we took the offer from the new tenants, we would have to move out on March 28. That's about 3 weeks from today. We have to jump on this offer because we'll be saving some much-needed cash....
I was a bit floored when I heard the message. I'm so going to miss this apartment! I'll miss the fact that Starbucks is right next door to me, I'll miss our privacy, and I'll miss my closet (I have my own!). Most importantly, I'll miss the fact that this apartment is our first "home" in that this is where we lived right after we got married. Just Mark and me and no one else....
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 4, 2003
Tomorrow is the beginning of LENT and I've decided to give up 2 of the my favorite foods: 1) MEAT (except seafood cuz man cannot live on tofu alone) and 2) COOKIES (in all shapes and disguises). I can do it. A couple of years ago, I tried to give up chocolate and that was a disaster! So I think I chose something much more manageable this time.
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3/04/2003 04:41:00 PM |
Tonight, I'm having dinner with a bunch of my law school friends. I guess I should stop categorizing them as that b/c we graduated from law school almost a year ago. Wow...we are actually lawyers now. In any case, I'm sure we'll shoot the shit about what's going on and all that fun stuff. I'll be the only one coming from New Jersey and the only one married. My contribution to tonight's conversation aside from the "i'm looking for a real job spiel" is..."the hubs & i are saving up for a house". interesting. ack...no time to finish this post....too bad.
Sunday, March 2, 2003
So the weekend is over. What did I do? Okay, so Friday, I went with some co-workers to this placed called the Whiskey Cafe in freaking Lyndhurst, NJ. (Yes, I live in Fort Lee, NJ.. but only since June 2001 and in no way do I know anything about NJ besides going to work and back home; mall and back home; and only recently have I connected work to the mall without getting lost. In short, I did not grow up in NJ and I have yet to explore NJ's nightlife). Ok, a co-worker (a Jersey girl stereotype brought to life!) picked this place out, raving about it. My friend Jill and I (the only ones there that were non-NJ natives) entered this place and were quite amazed and skeeved out. Think Spring Break except that everyone is already in their mid & late 20's and 30's who have long since graduated from college and are partying like it's 1999. Horrendous club music was playing; there were buckets of beer all over the floor (there was a beer special apparetnly); drinks were served in plastic tumblers; there's a blacklight; and the entire Soprano family seemed to be there. Needless to say, we left the place in exactly 1 hour and 21 minutes and left the Srping Break-gone-bad scene behind us. I stayed home for the night and played the Sims on PS2.
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3/02/2003 11:23:00 PM |
Saturday --glorious day because I went riding w/ my hubs at Mt. Creek. It was surprisingly not that crowded, but maybe that was because we only stayed in South Peak and didn't go to Vernon at all. Each time I go, I try to improve my skills...I try to ride faster, do higher jumps (during each runs), and practice doing rails and jumps. But it seems that after lunch, my energy just wanes and my legs don't seem to do what I want them to do. For example, I tried to do this small jump in the terrain park --I did it fine a few times that morning, but when I went again after lunch, it went horribly wrong!! I don't know what happened...I went up and then I go SPLAT! face down on the top of the peak, hitting my right knee cap hard...then I tumble down head first, land on my ass, and then my cap and goggles flew off and stayed at the downward part of the jump --out of my reach. I stay lying down, dazed...Mark rushed over yelling "are you okay?! Get out of there!" because of course, other people are coming down that jump too and won't see me because I hidden on the landing side of the jump. Shit. It took me a while to get up, crawl up the jump to get my stuff, and try to avoid the people who could've landed on my head. That sucked. Then on the next run after that, I rest on the side of a trail to blow my nose and this skier rams her ski right into my shin. We get tangled up for a good 5 minutes. I'm trying to get her off me, but at the same time, we're both sliding down because it's icy and we were on a slope. But hey, these things happen, no?
Next weekend, I'm going riding again in Mt. Snow, VT! Can't wait!! Maybe this time, I'll land a nifty trick. Or so I wish. But one thing's for sure: I am definitely wearing my helmet!