Archive for February, 2006

Naked Science

Last night I made the mistake of watching Naked Science on the National Geographic Channel.  The Travel Channel and the Discovery Channel were both showing specials on the Bermuda Triangle – and I couldn’t make a decision as to which one to watch, so instead I watched Naked Science – Super Volcano. 

And let me tell you, it scared the Bejesus out of me. 

As it turns out, Yellowstone National Park is really a ginormous volcanic caldera.  Yellowstone isn’t a volcano like the one that destroyed Santorini –
Volcano2or the one in Costa Rica that looks just like you think a volcano should look –
Dsc00478Or my personal favorite – Vesuvius –

Umm, yeah, Yellowstone isn’t like all of these other dangerous volcanoes.  Yellowstone is thousands of times bigger.  Yellowstone is such an enormous volcano that you can’t even see the crater from the air.  Because it is that big.  So, naturally, it has taken us a long time to even realize that Yellowstone is a volcano. 

Aren’t we stupid?

Grandprismaticspring_sm_1"Look!  Look!  Isn’t it cool how the water comes shooting out of the earth boiling hot?!  How neat!  Let’s get closer and take pictures!  And look at how the ground bubbles green and blue and yellow and smells funny!  I wonder why it does that?  We should totally see how many people we can get to come stand in the middle of the volcanic crater and build hotels and restaurants and make it accessible to everyone!"

Oh, and not only are we sure that Yellowstone is a volcano – it is an active reoccurring super volcano. 
YnparkBut don’t worry, if you live near Yellowstone, if this sucker erupts you won’t be the only one affected.  And it appears that there are a few other super volcanoes around the world

Let me give you a time line of what the Naked Science people said will happen if this thing erupts.  First, we should be given at least a couple of days notice before she blows.  Yellowstone is being monitored around the clock and supposedly the earth in Yellowstone would do all kinds of crazy things indicating the impending doom, like earthquakes, cracks in the earth, the ground will raise up, etc.  So then they would try to evacuate everyone within 60 miles of the caldera. 

Because when it blows, everything within 60 miles will be covered in Pyroclastic flow, which is an ash cloud full of incandescent gases, rocks, and ash.  This will cover everything and kill everything it covers.  You can’t outrun this thing.  And you don’t die from the rocks – you basically suffocate.  The scientist on tv told me that there is no where to run and no where to hid and when you breathe in these gases your lungs basically melt and your brain explodes from the heat.  This is what happened in Pompeii, although in a very contained area and not in the way it would happen in Yellowstone.  The people in Pompeii also knew that Vesuvius was about to blow and most everyone got out.  They weren’t stupid. 

This would happen in the first hour or so.  In the next three days ash would fall over a 1000 mile radius – and within a 500 mile radius the ash fall would be quite heavy.  Denver could get 3 feet of ash.  Wet ash weighs six times more than wet snow, so many roofs would collapse, hospitals would close, people would be trapped, roads would be useless, lawlessness could take over. 

Fs20053024_fig_12The areas farther away – outside the 500 radius – might not have the problems from the amount of ash – but they are still in trouble.  Because, volcanic ash isn’t actually ash.  The ash is basically air born pieces of rock.  And the air born pieces of rock that make it 1000 miles from the source are going to be very, very fine.  Not really even rock anymore, more like glass shards.  Air born pieces of glass that will be in the air we breathe. 

So, instead of dying almost immediately from the rocks and gas that are actually on fire, you will end up with glass in your lungs and die a slow death as your lungs shut down.  The scientists on tv said it would be a painful, lingering death. 

I took a look at the map and figured that as long as I was in Georgia I would be okay – and not die from this disaster.  Then they told me that the immediate impact of the ash and the pyroclastic flow and stuff would not be the real problem.  The real problem would be all the sulfuric acid that would be released into the atmosphere, which would cloud the atmosphere, and cause the earth to receive less sunlight, cooling the global temperature by about 10 degrees.  Which doesn’t seem to serious, except it basically means we would see snow in the tropics. 

This severe of a drop in temperature would cause mass global starvation in the years following the eruption.

Yellowstone has erupted in the past – approximately 2.0, 1.3, and .6 million years ago.  So scientists think that the next eruption could be any time in the next 100,000 years.  But don’t worry, they think that it is unlikely that it is going to happen anytime real soon.  Let’s cross our fingers. 

I probably shouldn’t watch National Geographic channel. 

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Madea’s Family Reunion

Okay – I think a lot of people missed Diary of a Mad Black Woman.  But my mom bought it, and I have to say that it is an absolutely hilarious movie.  If you missed it – try to get your hands on a copy because it one of the funniest movie I’ve seen in years. 

If you don’t want to rent Diary of a Mad Black Woman, go see Madea’s Family Reunion in the theaters.  I’m so excited about it – I think I might go see it tomorrow afternoon. 

The mastermind behind this movie is a guy named Tyler Perry.  I think he is genius.  And he has an amazing story.  He went from being homeless to being a multimillionaire.  I love his story.  He now lives in a mansion on a 12 acre estate outside of the ATL.  Here is what he has to say about his house:

"I wanted this house to be vast. I wanted to make a statement, not in
any grand or boastful way, but to let people know what God can do when
you believe," he says. "I don’t care how low you go, there’s an
opposite of low, and as low as I went I wanted to go that much higher.
And if there was an opposite of homelessness, I wanted to find it."

Diary of a Mad Black Woman was originally a play, and when they made it into a movie, Perry’s house was used as one of the sets.  So if you want to see what the house actually looks like – watch the movie. 

He was on Oprah a couple of weeks ago and I have to say that of all the famous people I would be excited to run into in the ATL – he is number one on my list.  Go to Oprah’s website – there is a lot of great stuff on Perry. 

Just thought I would give you all a heads up and make sure that you see the movie you know what an amazing story is behind it.  Read the article – it makes me want to cry. 

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…and make me feel like I am crazy:

1.  Rolling up my yoga mat.  C-Ra-Zee.  I can never make it roll right. 

2.  Folding towels and washclothes.  Just don’t watch me do it.  Seriously – it will make YOU crazy. 

3.  My laptop power cord.  I’m getting better about this.  First year it was a real problem. 

4.  Fans that blow my hair in my face when I’m trying to sleep.  I like sleeping with the fan on – but only if it isn’t blowing my hair in my face. 

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A Generic Email

To:  Anyone
From: Charlsie
Re:  …

        I didn’t sleep well last night.  I don’t know what the problem was, I very rarely have a hard time sleeping.  It might have been the fact that I didn’t get out of bed until noon yesterday, but I think this is a poor excuse.  I mean, maybe that would have kept me up till 1 or so – but I didn’t finally drift off to slumber until around 3.  Luckily – I was finishing my novel – The Devil Wears Prada – which I highly recommend. 

I’m so glad it wasn’t pouring down rain when I woke up this morning.  I think I would have started crying.  It poured all day yesterday – and for some reason I am incapable of not getting soaking wet when it is raining like that.  My poor little shoes had to stay home today and recover because they have pneumonia.  They really don’t want to go into the dryer, so hopefully they will be able to recover on their own. 

My ears are ringing today.  Which probably means I’m too ill to be at school.  I’ll chew some gum and see if that makes it better. 

I wonder if Neiman will call on me today?  Hmmmm….I really wouldn’t mind coming to class if I didn’t have to worry about being humiliated in front of 100 of my peers.  Obviously I have a high tolerance for humiliation, but what ev. 

I’m going to Augusta today.  Katie finally found someone to sublease her room, and I have some furniture and stuff in the room that I need to take home.  And Travers and Elizabeth are going to be there this weekend and I haven’t seen them in forever.  Another exciting part of going to augusta is that I can catch up with the tivo all the television I have missed lately.  I know it is hard for you to imagine that I’ve missed any television lately – but the damn networks keep switching everything around for the olympics and american idol and other such nonsense.  But they can’t fool tivo.  Bella and Bo also miss me and want to hang out. 

I love coffee.  Have I ever told you that?  LOVE IT.  I also love chocolate chip cookies. 

What should I eat for lunch today?  Maybe Quiznos?  K-Bob?  Gyro Wrap?  Decisions, decisions.  I’m starving and I still have FOREVER before I get to eat!

Also – the laundry – it is taking over my life. 

Okay – I’m going to pretend to pay attention and read for a class I have in ten minutes.  Let me know how your day is going. 

Kisses –


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Today is such an enormous improvement over yesterday.  The sun is shining, and although it is rather cold – the air feels like the chill is temporary is will be gone by lunch.  Honestly, when was getting in my car this morning I could have closed my eyes and imagined myself on the golf course in early April with a pimento cheese sandwich and an azalea in my near future. 

Seriously – I’m already so excited.  I LOVE SPRINGTIME!

First – there is spring break for school – then a couple of weeks later I go home and celebrate Augusta’s spring break. 

Caleb claims his reasons for moving to Augusta include the fact that it is the only city he knows of where the whole town  celebrates a mandatory  spring break.  I concur.

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Forecast – Dreary

The weather is really terrible here today.  I have spent part of my day in class, part of it on the phone for hours, and part of it watching movies.  Oh, and I read my book for a while. 

I am bored.  And I almost never get bored.  It is super cold outside. 

I didn’t sleep very well last night.  Because I took a nap yesterday afternoon.  Pretty stupid. 

I can’t wait for it to turn pretty and warm permanently.  Late February and early March are the worst time of year as far as I am concerned.  Because I turn into a hypochondriac (more so than usual) and I get really tired of the chilling rain. 

Sorry I’m being down today, I’m just in a bit of a funk.  Tomorrow will be better.  I’m not actually down, I’m just a bit restless.  I can’t tell you where I would rather be. 

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Happy Valentine’s Day, Loves!  I have some yummy sugar cookies with me today, and after I try to pacify C. Ron with a few, they would love to be consumed by anyone and everyone.   Please come find me and eat cookies, I am in room J right now and then I’m headed to C – where I will be for two hours. 

C. Ron isn’t necessarily mad at ME – I mean, he is made at me, but he is also mad at our whole class.  For being late all the time.  I tell Maggie every day that people need to stop being ten minutes late to class.  Then, this morning I ended up being ten minutes late.  Of course, today was the day when he decided to yell at everyone for being late.  Now, I chose a seat next to the door, at the end of the aisle, because I know I am sometimes late, and I know I get claustrophobic sometimes and have to get up in the middle of class. 

So, the whole class is being yelled at for coming in late, and I stroll in at the conclusion of this speech.  And what do you know, someone is sitting in my seat.  So I can’t even slink into my chair and hope C. Ron doesn’t notice.   But he isn’t talking, and I refuse to look, but I’m pretty sure he is staring at me.  So I walk over to the corner and put my stuff down on the ground, and look around for a seat. 

He stopped talking – and stared at me while I tried to find a seat – and he said – "Is there a chair?"
and I said – "I don’t see one, someone is in my seat" –
and he said – "I don’t want you to have to stand all class"
and I say – "it is okay, I should have gotten here on time"

then someone finally pointed out a seat to me, in the middle of a row
of 2Ls who all think I should probably throw myself off the balcony of
the library after this humiliation.  But I did get to sign the attendance sheet.  And I won’t be coming in late anymore.  I am only motivated by fear.  It is good that the anger was directed towards me. 

Update:  C. Ron didn’t want any cookies, so I have lots.  Also, he apologized for embarrassing me, I told him I was okay with it and I apologized for being late.  So I think we are on good terms now. 

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Happy Valentine’s Day

A lot of people have been talking about relationships these days.  Betsy always has good things to say. Stewart has been posting up a storm, and expounded on BetsySherry always has something to offer and great links (Maybe dying alone is underrated). 

 I don’t write much on the old blog about my relationships,
for a few different reasons. In no
particular order:

1. When you google my
name, my blog comes up first. This is
just too easy for people to get a hold of my story. 

2. Once you write
things down, they are available for anyone to spread and take out of context.

3. I HATE it when
other people write about my personal relationships on their blogs. 

4. It is so much more
fun to make references that very few people pick up on, more like a

5. I wouldn’t want to
go out with someone who I was frightened would write about something stupid I
did online. I would be so nervous.  I would definitely be that disasterous date they were looking for to make all their friends laugh. 

6. Relationships are
fragile and some things are better not discussed. 

7. If you are my
friend, and if you have any business knowing the details of my dating life –
you know I will tell you if you ask me, probably even if you don’t ask me I will tell you, so
there is no need to write it on the blog. 

8. Normally, things
change pretty quickly in my life. 


But today I am willing to make an exception and tell y’all
some vague stuff about my dating life, in the spirit of valentine’s day. 


I am 25 years old, and I have never in my life had a date on
valentine’s day. Now, don’t feel bad for
me, I don’t want anyone to rush out and try to take me out this year just so I
can say I’ve had a date on Valentine’s. I’m
really not complaining, I’m just saying. Obviously, it can be inferred that I’ve never been in a relationship that lasted a whole year.  Nothing close to a year actually.  I’m still unsure about the better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all thing.  I like not having much baggage, even though sometimes I feel like I’ve missed out on some excitement.  I like to think my excitement is yet to come.  But before you label me a freak and decide I must have something wrong with me for being terminally single….

I go out on plenty of dates. I go
out on dates with boys I really like. Not all the time, but sometimes – which is really fun. I also go out with boys I don’t think I am going to like. Sometimes I end up liking them.  Sometimes not.   I go out with boys I’m just not sure about. For the record – I call them all boys,
regardless of whether they are two years younger than me or ten years older.

            I hate it
when people say things like, “If she is so great, why doesn’t she have a
boyfriend.” Or when my friend’s
boyfriends say, “Really Charlsie, why don’t you have a boyfriend? You have so much to offer, I can’t believe
you don’t have a boyfriend.” Or, “I can’t
wait till you find the right person because I’m sure they will have so much to
bring to the table and I know I’m going to get along with him.”

  I know these comments are meant with the best
of intentions, but they still sort of sting. Are they implying that there must be something wrong with me because I
don’t have a boyfriend? Do I need to run
out and get one real quick? Is this
their passive aggressive way of hitting on me? Like, "Hell, honey, don’t feel bad, I’d date you!  Too bad I met your friend first." Is that
suppose to make me feel better? WAIT, WAIT! Am I suppose to be feeling bad about being single? And, if I do find a boyfriend, what if my
friend’s boyfriend doesn’t like my boyfriend? Does that mean I shouldn’t be dating him? Somehow I doubt that everyone is going to
just LOVE the person I end up with. You
can’t please everyone. 

    I don’t think there is anything
particularly pathetic about not being in a relationship. I’m fairly entertained. I have old crushes who live in other parts of
the country who call me on occasion. I
have new crushes that live in other parts of the state who call me on occasion. I have been dumped by boys when we weren’t
even dating. I guess you could say I’ve
dumped boys when we weren’t dating. I am
getting pretty good at bouncing back. I’ve
been on blind dates, group dates, weekend dates, drink dates, dinner dates,
football dates, wedding dates, and party dates.

I also don’t think there is anything particularly pathetic about WANTING to be in a relationship.  It is natural to want to fall in love and to be vaguely jealous of people who are head over heels.   I’m not saying that I’m not
looking for a relationship, because I am. I want to find the right person. 
But I’m not looking for a relationship just to be saved from being
single. I can’t wait to know all the
answers about the rest of my life. I can’t
wait to meet the right person.  
    I shouldn’t say, the right person, I should say a right person.  Because I think there could be a lot of right people for me. 

    And maybe I am unreasonably picky.  I’ve been told I expect too much out of people.  Maybe I do.  I have doubts about things working out, and I have bad days, and sometimes it makes me sad because I’m not anyone’s priority.  Sometimes when I’m running I have thoughts like, if I didn’t make it back from this run, how long would it take someone to notice I was missing?  I always tell someone where I’m going, but since I’m not a priority for any one (besides my parents and I don’t talk to them every single day), how long would it take for someone to think it was weird that they hadn’t heard from me?  I’m pretty flaky.  When you are someone’s priority, you don’t have to worry about no one noticing whether or not you come home at night.  It is nice to be a priority.  Also, it is nice to have someone who is your priority. 

 I don’t
want to say that I am cynical, because I really believe that God has a plan in
my life and that I will fall in love with someone amazing and get married and
have children and all that jazz. But I
am also rather cautious when it comes to getting too worked up about boys in
the beginning of relationships. In my
experience, the most crushing part of a relationship – at least at the
beginning – is the loss of the possibility. I love possibility. I revel in
it. I’m a dreamer, and a planner, and I
like to include others in those plans. But I can easily be crushed by my dreams not working out, so I am a bit
like the recovered alcoholic, I prefer to stay in the present and the reality
of my relationships and not think about the future or the possibility, since it only takes one drink to be trouble. Of course, I am a typical girl, so I can’t
say I am capable of completely staying in the moment, but I strive to not let
my imagination run wild. 

interesting thing, when I am actually involved in a relationship, when the boy
is calling me and taking me out and it isn’t something I just wish would happen
or something that is in the past, I am much better at ignoring the future. It is when the moment for the relationship
has passed or when the situation is mostly hopeless and I am still caught up in
it that I resort to dreams and imagination. I guess this makes total sense, but this is the most dangerous thing to
do. Because, if I am making things up in
my head, it is best for me to be constantly confronted by the reality. But when I am constantly confronted with the
reality, I have no need to make things up in my head.  I like
the idea that if you haven’t met the right person yet, you still have that
awesome time ahead of you to meet that person and fall in love and be so
excited about everything. Everyone knows
that anticipation is something to be enjoyed.   But this idea also makes you more likely to jump the gun on thinking it is finally your time to fall in love. 

Some people just let the doubt that
it might not work out for them overshadow the thought that it probably
will. I guess I do that with individual
relationships, I treat the situation as though it might not work out in my mind
as opposed to treating it like it will work out. I wonder what kind of repercussions this sort
of thought process has on my actual relationships.  Another part of this is the longer I know someone, the more I care.  With people in general I think it takes about a year to have everything shake out, and for you to really see what kind of person they are.  Maybe it happens sooner.  Maybe it happens later.  But I think a year is a good time frame for figuring out who someone really is.  So I’m a little skiddish in the beginning.  But I’m an optimist, so I really want boys to be everything good they appear to be.  Also, I have a very full and happy life, so even if a boy is a welcome addition, it might take me a little while to rearrange everything to fit him  in, and he will cost me other things, things that are important to me,  so I need to know he is worth it. 

 I do
believe that I am pretty good about bouncing back, but I’m not sure it is safe
to say that I am good at moving on. I get attached to people pretty easily.  Not necessarily quickly, but easily.  I
don’t do well when people tell me no. I
honestly have a hard time believing that people don’t like me. And I always have fun. I remember one date I went on a few years
ago, the next day I was being grilled about it by two friends, and one friend
asked, “Well, did you have fun?” and the
other friend turned to her and said, “Don’t ask her that, she has fun with her
stuffed animals, especially if wine is involved. Ask her if she wants to hear from him today.”


Because, therein lies the real
question. After I go out on a date, if a
boy doesn’t call me ever again, even if it was a fairly bad date, I still want
him to call me, at least with a follow up call. Even if I don’t want him to ask me out again. But I sure don’t want them to call the next
day. Even boys I think might have
potential don’t have to call me the next day. But if I pick up the phone when you call me the next day, be encouraged.
If I call you back on the same day you leave me a message, be encouraged. I’m not saying that I always pick up the
phone the next day when I like someone or that I always call boys I’m
interested in back on the same day. But
I definitely don’t always pick up the phone or call back, so it is a good sign
if I do.  


Not that I’m very difficult to
read. I am rather compulsively
honest. I don’t hid my feelings very
well. Partially because I have a tendency to come across as
intimidating and partially because I suck at feigning affection. So if I like you, I don’t want you have the
chance to think that I don’t like you, and if I don’t like you, I’m not capable
of pretending that I do.  But, for the
most part, I don’t know what I want, so none of this actually matters until I
make up my mind one way or another, which is rare. So although I can say I’m not difficult to
read, I change my mind a lot when I don’t know what I want, which makes me come
across as difficult to read. 

     Sometimes I think I should have a warning label on my forehead – "DANGER – PROCEED WITH CAUTION!"  or maybe "FLAMMABLE – HANDLE WITH CARE."  But I have sincerely been trying to not be insincere and to cut out the bad habits I have with dating – such as replacing one boy with another one and encouraging boys I’m not interested in simply as an exercise in self esteem ego boosting.  Oh, and I’m desperately trying to not play games with boys who are even more confused about what they want out of a relationship, life, the world, etc than I am.  I need stability.  I will bring the cookies, if the boy will bring the stability. 

Speaking of cookies, as an exercise in not being bitter about valentine’s day, I made sugar cookies in the shape of hearts and I iced them in two different shades of pink.  I’m so domestic.  Faris says I would make a great girlfriend.  I have so much to offer.   I like making these cookies because they take forever and taste amazing and really are a labor of love, and there is nothing hallmark or commercialized about them.  They really aren’t even that pretty. 

I apologize for all of these thoughts being rather unorganized and confusing, but that is kind of where I am right now.  Kisses. 

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(continued from below – this is Saturday night at dinner after bowling for hours)

Sometime in the course of dinner Steve tells us that he is planning on
going to Long Beach on Sunday to jump into the ocean with his cousin
Adam, who lives around there, for the annual meeting of the  Long Beach Polar Bear Club.
Libby and I get really excited and decide that we want to go too.  The
only problem?  My flight was set to leave at noon on Sunday. 

No prob, Emily knew the phone number for Delta, so I called and changed my flight to Monday morning. 

After dinner we went to Japas 38,
a ridiculously fun Karaoke bar.  These people were serious about
karaoke.  The song book was in English, Korean, Phillipean, and
Japanese.  Steve had some difficulties finding his song before I got
him out of the Korean section and back to the English part.  We are
really good at Karaoke.  You can’t imagine. 

Sunday morning I woke up, and thought, THERE IS NO WAY I AM JUMPING
INTO THE ATLANTIC OCEAN THIS MORNING.  Because, you see, I’m allergic
to cold water
.  Yeah.  But I changed my flight.  GAHHH!!!

It took some work, but eventually, Steve, Libby and I were all on the subway with our egg and cheese bagels on our way to Queens.  Steve’s cousin Adam picked us up in Queens and drove us out to long beach.  Adam is a high school PE teacher and basketball coach.  Once in the car I sort of started to freak out.  I did stop by Duane Reed and pick up some claritin to make sure I didn’t break out into hives, but hives or no hives I was not excited about getting into the water.  I told them that I didn’t want to do it, but that I wouldn’t chicken out.  I knew I was trapped. 

Long Beach is a super cool place.  Very cute and would be so fun in the summer time.  Once we got out to the beach my dread intensified.  I told everyone that I hated them for bringing me.  Seriously, I was FREEZING with my pajama pants, tshirt and fleece and shoes on, and I did NOT want to  strip down to my bathing suit (actually, jennifer’s bathing suit).  The wind was all over the place, and there were THOUSANDS of people. 

Also, I was devastated by the fact that they ran out of t-shirts and sweatshirts before we got there.  Which meant that I wasn’t even going to have any proof of this adventure.   But I think I can order one online. 

They had a table with coffee, and baked goods you could buy, and I tried to make myself feel better withe some coffee.  But even the coffee got cold pretty quickly.  I was in dire straits.

I wish y’all could have seen the ocean.  The waves were HUGE.  I am convinced that if you had gotten far enough into the water you would have been immediately ripped out into open sea by tide.  Crashing waves.  CRASHING.  Huge.  White.  Capped.  Crashing.  Waves. 

I really didn’t think I was going to be able to take my clothes off.  We got to the beach around 1, and the time to Polar Bear was 1:30.  There was a stage, and the radio station was blaring music, and a priest was praying, and there was a huge clock counting down the time till 1:30.  When the countdown got to ten minutes the crowd started to get excited.  There were all kinds of children running around in their bathing suits with no shoes on, and I wanted to yell at them that they were going to catch their death of cold but I refrained. 

When the countdown got to two minutes they started blaring horns and we were in the middle of throng of people working themselves into a frenzy and I was about to have a heart attack.  Seriously, group mentality is really powerful. 

So after a few seconds of deliberation, libby and I looked at each other, laughed hysterically, and started stripping off layers.  Taking the shoes off was the hardest, but we were caught up in the moment and it was quite a rush.  Once we were standing in our bathing suits, libby and I linked arms and fought our way through the mass of people, the bystanders, the parents, and the soaking wet people who had already rushed into the surf. 

One of the things that kept me moving was the fact that the sopping wet people all had smiles on their faces and they were excited.  So libby and I threw ourselves into the crashing waves, we made it to the second level of crashing waves, a little past our waist, while shrieking and laughing, and then ran back out of the water as quickly as possible. 

My legs were on fire.  ON.  FIRE.  But the weird thing?  I was warmer when I got out of the water than I had been before I jumped into the water.  Besides the fact that my legs were on fire, and I couldn’t feel my feet, I wasn’t near as cold as I had been before.  Libby and I put our pajama pants back on, and found Steve and Adam – who did dunk their heads under, and we went back down to the water to take some pictures. 

We found a nice mom to take our picture, and as we posed with our towels at the edge of the water, a HUGE wave crashed up onto shore, soaking our feet and the nice mom who was taking our picture.  My pajama pants were soaked midway up my calf.  I still couldn’t feel my feet.  Actually it was about an hour after I finally put my shoes back on before I feel my feet, although my legs stopped being on fire much more swiftly. 

Overall, it was an awesome day.  I might have more to say about it later – but right now I’m going to the trails to enjoy this wonderful weather, even if it is a little cold for my liking, obviously I’ve handled colder. 

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So – I had a big weekend.  And I want to make sure I tell you about all of it.  I haven’t been good about relaying my adventures lately and I am going to start acting right, right now.  Also, I apologize for not doing any New Yorkie things really.  I didn’t go into a single department store, didn’t buy any thing that I couldn’t eat or drink, or even make it into central park.  Kill me. 

I flew out Wednesday night.  Monday and Tuesday had been really rough days for me, as in, I had ACTUAL work to do.  Wednesday I met up with Betsy in the ATL at her house because she was sweet enough to volunteer to take me to the airport, and we sped down the HOV lane to the airport to eat dinner and talk about ridiculousness.  Betsy and I always have so much to say.  Shocking.   

I had a sort of late flight and by the time I made it to Libby and Jennifer’s new apartment at 39th and 2nd avenue – it was basically time to go to sleep.  Libby had to work the next day anyway. 

Thursday morning Jennifer and I hit the streets, and after a quick bagel break, we headed down to the east village (I think) to the Sunshine Cinema for an 11:45 viewing of Good Night and Good Luck.  Maggie came and met us and it was a really cool place to see a movie.  There were lots of old people in the theater with us.  Although the movie was only an hour and a half, it was really intense, and I think if it had been any longer it would have been too long.  Everyone smokes the entire movie – except George Clooney’s character.  I didn’t notice this until midway through the movie, so I could be wrong, but I don’t think he lights up the whole movie.  And I read somewhere that he was concerned with all the smoking, but wanted it to be historically accurate – so he put a mocking cigarette commercial in the middle of the movie to discourage people from smoking. 

After the movie we walked over to Blecker Street and macked on some cupcakes at Magnolia Bakerylazy sunday style.   Jennifer and Maggie both picked on me for buying four – one to eat and three to take home.  Then I almost had to body slam Jennifer out the window of her 9th floor apartment  friday morning because she tried to eat the last devils food and cream cheese icing cupcake – can you imagine the nerve?  After making fun of me?  Gah.  Beth came into town from New Haven for jennifer’s birthday – and after Magnolia we walked up to Grand Central to retrieve her from the train. 

Thursday we had reservations for the Spice Market for Jennifer’s birthday – which was wednesday.  I didn’t make it to dinner because I came down with a brief illness which prevented me from looking at food.  Instead I had to lay in Libby’s bed and pretend that I’d never seen food in my life.  I never actually got sick – but I was terribly nauseous for hours.  It is amazing how homesick you can be when you are actually sick.  I was very afraid I was coming down with the flu, but Friday morning I felt 100% better.  Good enough to not let jennifer eat my cupcake.  Well, I’m a push over, so I of course split it with her.  I talk a big game. 

The only thing notable thing I missed at dinner – besides the company of my friends in a swanky place, was the fact that Terri Hatcher was seated at the table next to said friends.  Libby called me from the restaurant, and the conversation went something like this:

L:  You are going to hate me. 
C:  What?
L:  Terri Hatcher is sitting RIGHT NEXT TO US!  AGGGHHH. 
C:  I don’t care at all, I’m dying. 
C:  WAIT!  WAIT!!  Is George Clooney with her?
L:  No. 
C:  Right, I couldn’t care less.  Like I said, I’m dying. 

I mean, I didn’t even know that Terri ATE food.  The general consensus was that she dresses like her character on DH.  Weird. 

Friday morning I was feeling much better and Jennifer and I had an appoint at Bliss Spa for pedicures.  It was rainy and cold when we left the apartment, which was depressing.  I really wanted a manicure instead, but they wouldn’t let me drop the pedicure, so I just added a manicure for $25.  Because of this, when the nail lady asked me if I wanted the "plum pretty pedicure" or the basic, I went with the basic.  Jennifer, who is the biggest sucker in america, went with the plum pretty.  Which was $15 extra.  For special products.  Which wasn’t explained.  If it wasn’t so funny, it would really make me mad that they pressure you like that without explaining it to you.  But I was on the look out for such behavior. 

The highlight of the nail place?  The little brownies and cheese and crackers that we got to eat while our nails were drying.  Also, the rain ran away and the sun came out while we were inside.  Beth came and met us for lunch.  After lunch I went to get my hair cut from Maggie and Brandt’s hair stylist and since I hadn’t had my hair cut since August, I was pretty excited.  Overall, I like the haircut and the salon experience was fairly painless. 

After the haircut, I went and saw Maggie at work.  She works at Scully and Scully.  I walked straight up Park Avenue, and as I was walking I had to seriously shed layers.  Because it was 68 degrees outside.  And before I realized how hot it was – I bought a coffee because I was getting tired, and while taking my last sip I spilt coffee all over my white tank top.  So when I got to Scully and Scully, I was sweating, so I didn’t want to put my hoodie back on, but I had to because I had coffee ALL over me.  Classy, I know.  At least my hair looked good. 

Libby wasn’t doing anything at work, so when I left Scully and Scully I headed over to OMD and got to meet Dennis, and see libby’s office again, and re-meet Nick.  It was fun.  They have lots of toys at Libby’s office.  Lots of posters and stuff. 

Once work was done, Libby and I went over to Steve’s apartment – the Nook, ate some pizza, and played an excellent game of quarters with Steve and Russ.  I haven’t seen Russ in YEARS – so it was fun.  Libby and Steve also made an excellent music video that I will post if I can figure out how to do it. 

Lauren Owens was in New Jersey last week for training, and came into the city for friday night, so we had quite a crowd.  We ate dinner at an irish pub place, jennifer, steve, paul (steve’s roomie), libby, lauren, beth, and noah.  Libby, Steve and I were a little ahead of everyone else’s drinking, but everyone made a valiant effort to catch up.  The night took us to the lower east side.  In the bar – The Living Room – Lauren and Steve got us kicked upstairs for dancing.  I initially thought the bouncer was yelling at Lauren for doing a backbend and basically laying on the floor, but it was much simpler than that, he was just telling her not to dance downstairs. 

Upstairs, more backbends ensued and I did a handstand.  Steve killed me in Ms. Pac Man while we discussed life and relationships and why we suck at them.  It isn’t us, it is everyone else.  I think we finally made it home around 3:30, after some more pizza. 

Saturday morning we didn’t have any plans, and I threw a fit to go to Sara Beth’s for brunch, and everyone happily obliged my whim.  Maggie and Brandt met us for brunch so again it was a great group.  It was raining again Saturday afternoon.  Jennifer went back to the apartment with Beth and Lauren, because they were both leaving, and Libby, Steve and I met up with Emily Wolf.  We considered going to the Natural History Museum, but decided it would be more fun to go bowling.  I think bowling is a great rainy saturday afternoon activity, so, we headed to Bowlmor.   

Let me tell you how much fun we had bowling.  So.  Much.  Fun.  Let’s just say I broke 100 two games in a row.  My first game I bowled two strikes in the last frame and then I came so close to a third strike, but left one pin.  GAHHH.  My third game was less than impressive. I attribute this to the fact that at 6 pm, at the beginning of game 3,  the lanes went cosmic.  But maybe the beer was starting to hurt me.  Emily and Noah bowled the last game with us, and by that time Jennifer was back from seeing Beth and Lauren off, so we were back to being one big happy. 

I was starving by the end of bowling, and so was Libby, because Steve refused to let us order food while we were bowling.  He thought it was a great way to catch a disease – eating while bowling.  So Noah suggested the place next door – the Reservoir, which, after you adjusted to the strange smell, ended up having spectacular food.  One of the best hamburgers I’ve ever eaten. 

(to be continued…..)

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