Monthly Archives: November 2010
Thanksgiving is hands down my favorite holiday. I think there are a few reasons this is so, the main one being the nostalgia I feel for my family’s traditional trek up to New Hampshire for the big day. As you are well aware by now, nothing brings me more peace than the splendor of New England, and spending it with family in late November as the seasons are about to switch gears is nothing short of fantastic. That, and I love holidays that include football, parades, stuffing, pie, and lots and lots of wine. No gifts needed-just give me dinner rolls, butter, and good company. Seriously.
>Thankfully, before we fell asleep, I remembered to tell Nicole to turn off her alarm. (Nicole, I love you to death, but I absolutely loathe your phone alarm. It is the most harrowing sound in the universe, and you–for whatever insane reason–like to snooze it for two hours before you actually have to wake up. This means you get to hear the awful noise every ten minutes for two hours. I did not want to hear this noise. Thank you for turning it off. I love you. I hate your alarm).
After a restful and alarm-free sleep on Nicole’s king sized bed (fully equipped with a tempurpedic mattress), we greeted the day with a walking tour around Columbia. I wanted a “day-in-the-life,” so we walked Nic’s normal route to campus and she showed me some of her frequented classrooms, study lounges, and libraries. The school was beautiful, the weather was quite charming for mid-November in NY, and it was surprisingly soothing to be surrounded by the familiar sounds and smells of New York City.
Afterwards, we came back to Nic’s apartment to make breakfast, which turned into brunch, whiiiiich turned into lunch. It was about 1:30pm by the time we got our act together, but we both knew that banana-chocolate chip pancakes are delicious at anytime of the day. Henceforth:
>This past weekend, I went to New York. I didn’t exactly know how I would feel when the Megabus drove through the Lincoln tunnel and spit us out in the city. Since I’ve gotten to DC, I’ve explained on numerous occasions that I am by no means a “city person,” and my attraction to Washington is by and large due to its size, layout, and intensity (or lack thereof). Yet, when we ruptured out of the tunnel and looped around the EZ-pass lane, I was greeted by massive skyscrapers, bright lights, and–if only to be cliche–”THE NEW YORKER” lit up in a sharp, intrusive red. I leaned back in my seat and smiled. I was home.
>The other day I realized I hadn’t gone clothing shopping in about…six months. Thinking it would be nice to find some more fashionable, urban-chic clothing at a reasonable price, I wandered into Marshalls after a nice bit at the gym.
Two separate occasions; Redwood; recovering from work.
>I came across a weird thought the other day.
>So, until approximately yesterday, I avoided the buses here in D.C. Not because I’m a busaphobe, hate public transportation that doesn’t let me do my escalator intervals, or just love hearing over and over on the subway “step back, doors closing; step back, doors closing.” No. I avoided the buses because I couldn’t figure them out. Take a look yourself, here is the bus map.