Tuesday, July 31, 2007

parenting is not a right

All through con law class I remember this argument about the right to raise your children as you please. Its the most bogus statement in the world. First, you DON'T have the right to do as you please (just try spanking your kid in front of a social services worker) and second... you SHOULDN'T be allowed to raise kids the way you want.

Having children is not a right. Its a privilege. If it were possible, I'd vouch for parenting licenses! Perhaps we could have a system where every woman automatically gets her tubes tied and isn't allowed to get the procedure reversed until she passes some comprehensive parenting classes, background checks and psych evaluations.

The problem isn't only with women who get pregnant and have kids... and are awful mothers (yes, I should bag on fathers too but unless you are being raped, you have just as much of an opportunity to prevent pregnancy as the guy - and physically, you are the one who deals with the consequences)... the problem is also our country's foster care system. I constantly read in the news about the poor abused adopted children. Several months back I posted an article about a woman who had been keeping several adopted and biological kids in the shed. Now THIS!!! (click here) Honestly, how does this slide by government officials? I knew a woman who was trying to adopt - really wonderful lady. Boy, was she having a heck of a time. So how does this piece of trash end up mooching $180,000 off the gov't. GR!

Anyway, moral of the story - stop adding babies to this world unless you plan to take care of them. I know for so many people (esp anti-abortionists) adoption seems like a wonderful option.... and yes, some adoptive parents are wonderful. But you never know where your future baby will end up. Use a condom.

(As for the woman, I'm vindictive and believe in an eye for an eye justice - lock her up, throw some zip ties on her and feed her ramen - but only once every two days - until she dies. Sell all her properties and split the money between the kids.)

Saturday, July 28, 2007

I'm back...

from yet another trip to NY. Thank you Brian (or is it Bryan) and my female lovers (Nat, Milen) for a fantastic time. And thank you Armen - its never a bad time with you - esp when there's afternoon drinking involved! (mental note - no pitchers before long bus rides anymore!)

And...

Congrats to Dave and Debra on their engagement (another one bites the dust - JUST KIDDING!). Send some love their way. (I'm sure most of you Cal folk remember my friend Dave - the honorary Armenian.)

Tomorrow, I am going to unpack and then pack again for my next NY trip on Friday. Yay for seeing Emus!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Early morning naps....

Every morning, I take the D line train from my house to north station (between 25-40 minutes depending on the time of morning, number of people, etc). Then, I take the commuter rail out to Lynn (2 or 3rd stop depending on the train). The ride on the commuter rail is usually about 25 minutes - and sometimes they let us on the train 5-10 minutes early - that gives me a good 25-35 minutes to nap!

Most mornings I read my book. Some mornings reading makes my eyes burn (because I'm so tired) so I just listen to music. Other mornings, I lay across the seats and "rest my eyes" so to speak.

This morning, I decided to sleep. Not nap. Not rest my eyes. But sleep. Well, I guess it wasn't really a decision. I thought I was awake. Its sorta like - in the morning, when your alarm goes off and you hit the snooze and decide to just keep your eyes closed for a "few minutes longer" - and when you open them, you are fairly certain only 10 minutes has passed when in fact its been 45. Ya, I had one of those.

I got on the train at 7:55. Foregoing the usual make up and reading ritual, I just put my headphones on and lay down. I opened my eyes once and noticed we were just barely rolling - the train had just started moving. 25 more minutes to go! I closed my eyes again - you know, to "rest" them. At our first stop, I jumped awake. I knew it was our first stop - I had been half awake and felt it was the first time we had stopped - but, I had this sudden fear that I might have actually been asleep and have missed my stop. Luckily, we were only in Chelsea (stop one). I put my head down again. One other time I popped up to see that we were not yet at Lynn but probably halfway between Chelsea and Lynn. I closed my eyes again. Somehow, in the next 10 minutes, I fell into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of the last person stepping off the train - and no one was really getting on (which means, the train was about to close its doors and take off again). I frantically sat up to look around at the signs... SWAMPSCOTT?!?!?!? WTF? Where am I? Yep, I had "overslept." I grabbed my pass (thank god i didn't forget it like that other time), gathered my purse, did a check of my "area" to make sure I had grabbed "all my personal belongings" (you know, like those flight attendants tell you to do) - and ran down the aisle to the exit. I'm sure I knocked some people out with my big bag swinging all over the place.

I got on the platform and gathered my thoughts - WHERE AM I? HOW DO I GET BACK? Obviously I could catch another train in but I had to be at the office by 9:15 today because we had to leave to go elsewhere for a meeting... and the commuter rail does not come often (sometimes it doesn't come for over an hour!) I noticed many people standing on the opposite platform - indicating that there was most likely a train coming in soon.... but there was no way to cross the tracks. OH! there must be an underpass by the little makeshift station. So I walked down a ways - nope, no underpass. AHHHHHH! Then I heard a tractor which I thought was the train so I started running. Right as I found the underpass, I heard the train coming (the real train - not the tractor). Luckily, I did manage to run and catch it in time! Yay. I got a few strange looks - I wonder if people saw me get off and on - and I also wonder if I had strange marks all over my face (from falling asleep on my bag). Oh well. I made it to the office in time and thats what counts right?

So I guess the next time someone says, "How do you nap on the train? Don't you miss your stop?" I won't be so quick to say, "Of course not, I just always know when we get to my stop - even when I'm half asleep!"

Thursday, July 19, 2007

adventures in lynn

I had to run an errand of sorts for work today.

I had to go find the dead guy's car.

My boss has been out of the office for a few days and he asked me on Tuesday if I could go find this guys car. His instructions were... "Somewhere in these boxes you'll find his keys, his registration, and the title to his car - find those then go look for his car."

Yesterday it was raining all day so I figured I'd go today. Unfortunately, I hung around the office for a bit too long waiting for some woman to return my call (it was a little urgent) before I headed out. I finally found the guys "stuff" in his box and was on my way out when I realized I hadn't grabbed his current address. Back up I went. Found the address. Left again - then I realize - car? what do i do when i find it. Back up I went to ask the other boss. We called him - he said just find the car. Thats it. So I headed out again.

As I stepped out - I noticed it was gloomy. Eh, what are the chances it'll actually rain? I kept walking. About a block away, I felt a few drops on me. I feel "a few drops" so often - and quite often, it does not turn into rain. So I decided against going back for my umbrella and kept walking.

A few more blocks, I passed a happy couple. Actually, the guy seemed miserable and the woman was complaining about something as he stared into space. They were trailer trashy looking people.... not exactly the classy type (I'm guessing late 30's ish). As I walked past them, I heard a kiss. Nah, I must be hearing things... The woman was clearly angered by something though because she kicked it up a notch and started chewing his head off. When I felt I was at a safe distance, I turned around - there he was, head resting on his hands which were resting on something (it was either a tool - like a shovel - or just a piece of wood) staring in my direction. Ew.

I kept walking. At this point the drops had turned into a drizzle. A little drizzle never hurt anyone... I semi folded the papers down the middle (I didn't want to crease them) and stuck them under my jacket, under my arm. By jacket, I mean, thin black cardigan (under which I was wearing a sleevless top). I finally arrived at the building. I pulled out the papers and quickly read the VIN number and type/make of the car - hoping they wouldn't get too wet white I was standing there. I looked up and down the street - no luck Then I turned the corner - BAM! Right there in front of the building was the exact make and model - and probably the same year. I quickly read the VIN. First three letters.... I was ready to go home! But I kept reading - fourth one didn't match.... This paper must be wrong. I whipped out the title. WRONG!?!?!? Damnit! I walked up and down the parking lot (small lot fortunately) and then headed across the street to another parking lot. I finally found the car but apparently aroused some suspicion. As I was leaving a resident of the building (its an old folks home) called out to me, "Whatcha lookin for?" "A car. I found it. Thank you sir." I smiled and kept walking. I KNOW after 2 months of working with them how these old people can be - and one simple explanation leads to endless questions so I just kept on walking.

The rain picked up. So did the wind. My hair was wet by now and dripping down my face. I tried to pick up my pace but my flip flops were also wet and my foot was sliding all over the place. I was getting pebbles under my feet and I could tell that my pants were soaking up the water from the ground. Great!

I hurriedly crossed a street and as I made it to the other end I heard a man shout from across the street - "Hey Girl!" I almost didn't turn around. Thank goodness I did. "You dropped some papers," he shouted, pointing to the intersection.

AHHHHHHHHHH! What? I ran back to the intersection but by now the light had changed - a few cars had just barely missed the papers but a truck was dangerously close (the papers - paper actually as I later discovered - was more towards the curb than the middle of the street) so I ran and jumped in front of it (smart, i know) and quickly grabbed the paper. I was relieved to see that it had barely even gotten wet (landed on a higher spot and not in a puddle) and turned and shouted "Thank you!" to the guy across the street and started walking. The whole time, I assumed the other papers were still under my arm. But as I came to put this paper back with its paper friends, I realize... uh oh.

"Hey Girl - There's more." Great! I turned around but didn't see any papers - I looked at the guy again hoping for some "direction" - he pointed and said, "back there." And thats when I saw them. The title and the registration laying in the middle of the street. The wind had blown them back and cars were coming at it - this is an awful street - between two intersections - one with a green light and the other with no light - where cars are constantly making super fast left turns - and no one was stopping. Another truck (red like the first one) was coming down the street again - this time, the truck was not "dangerously close" but rather, directly in line with the papers. Again, I jumped in front of the truck (in the background I heard the man yelling, "Dont get hit by a car" - Don't get hit? Did he realize these were important papers?). This time, it was a little more scary. The previous truck had seen me running and had slowed down - this truck had no idea I was coming - I held up my hand, praying he would stop....

He did. And thank god because I don't think I'd make good road kill. I quickly grabbed the papers - trying hard not to rip them - and ran. The papers were drenched but in tact. I carefully tried to unfold and uncrinkle them and put them with the other paper. They were too wet to roll up and put under my arm again so as I started walking I decided to use my jacket as a sheet protector. As I started stripping off my jacket (which is apparently what it looked like to some people) - I heard a group of guy sitting on some steps across the street say, "That's a cute one."

What am I? A DOG? I kept walking. My pants wet up to my knees almost. My hair - still dripping in my face - stuck to my head in parts and medusa-esque in other parts. I felt my head starting to hurt. I managed to get my jacket off and as I was wrapping it around the sheets of paper, one of the aforementioned "gentleman" came up alongside me and started walking with me.

"Hi"
"Hi" Is he serious? I have mascara running down my face and I look like a wet dog... he can't really be serious!

"Its a little rainy today"
A LITTLE RAINY? "Sure is"

"I was wondering if I could get your name? ... if you don't mind"
I mind buddy! I started laughing. "Sorry, I don't "give out" my name"
"Oh, alright. I understand." (...something something somethign - at this point, he stopped walking and I stopped listening but he was saying something about being safe "nowadays")

RIGHT!

Home? Almost? Yes, I was almost home. Sorta. But the rain was not helping. I finally reached the familiar path - under the bridge, along the train tracks, cross the street, up half a block to our building. Home.

So the moral of the story? Don't leave home without an umbrella. If you do, bring cash so you can buy one - or get a cab. And don't drop important papers that your boss asked you for in the middle of the street on a rainy day. Oh ya, don't try to stop a truck by running in front of it either. Any more? Don't pick up on girls when its raining outside and they are clearly wet adn cold and want to go home.

Monday, July 16, 2007

excitement, anticipation, stress, anxiety.... ah!!!

I am so excited about this upcoming school year. But, I'm also stressed. There is just so much riding on the first few weeks of the fall semester. AND there is such potential for a great year. AH!

The stress part - obviously - is the job hunting. I'm looking at a list of 200 law firms... and I can't tell one from the other. They also say the same thing - same pay (give or take a little), same practice areas (for the most part) - same same same. They all say the same thing about their summer associates and their summer programs. So obviously websites aren't the best way to go but any other way is just so time consuming... its taking forever. It doesn't help that I have no idea what type of law I'd like to practice. And it ESPECIALLY doesn't help to know that this job is potentially where I'll be for the next several years of my life. It's July 2007 and I have to figure out what exactly I'd like to do between September 2009 and sometime in 2014 (I mean, you can leave when you'd like - but ideally....) I can't make petty decisions about what to eat for dinner - how am I supposed to decide where I'd like to work? What if I get it all wrong? Heck, what if I apply to all the firms that DON'T want me! ah!

Basically - AH! WTF DO I DO!?!?!?!

But the better stuff?

I made it onto International Law Journal. I really wasn't expecting it. I don't think I did well on my writing competition (that's what happens when you go to LA and celebrate your birthday rather than staying back and working on it!) - and it seemed that a lot of people were interested in ILJ. But hey, I won't question it. It was my first choice (aside from the obligatory Law Review at the top of all of our lists..) and I think it'll be fun. Oh, and it seems we have a pretty fun group going so far. Of course, two social lubers in a journal together might make for some... uh... interesting.... journal family outtings.

Oh ya, ILJ has a great office with a gorgeous view of the Charles River. Nanee nanee boo boo. (I know, I know, many of the offices have decent views - I'm just excited - seeing as how I'll likely be spending a great deal of time in there - I've always wanted an apartment with a view!)

And then there's all the other fun stuff. SGA (student gov't - or student bar for you law students) = booze cruise, ski trip, bar reviews, prom, and more! International Law Society - with Jen and Kaitlin running the show, its bound to be an interesting year. And then of course the Legislative Clinic (working with the Mass Legislature in the Spring semester - woohoo!). AND! Moot Court. Okay, so, we still have to figure this one out... but Lisa and I just decided that we're going to tough it out because neither of us were willing to finish our law school careers without some moot court competitions! We're going to kick ass for sure.

Friday, July 13, 2007

another day... another blog

I'm on a roll.

I went for a jog/walk yesterday. This time - jogged the reservoir and walked around the pond. It was a decent workout...

When I was jogging at the pond the day before, I passed a little boy - he was maybe 2 (I'm so bad at guessing baby ages!). And as I jogged past him, he started to run after me. He was so adorable. He had the biggest smile on his face and he was doing that unstable wobble run that little kids do when they aren't quite stead on their feet yet. His mom kept calling him back but he just kept jogging along next to me. I slowed down and smiled at him and he stopped and smiled ear to ear. I told him to go back to mommy and he just sorta stared for a few more seconds - then I ran off and he finally gave up.

It was cute. (What? I've given up on the older ones... they're all imbecils and cheats... might as well get them while theyre young! it worked for that teacher...)

(i'm just kidding - they're not all cheats...)

Anyway.

I've been listening to a lot of armo the past few days thanks to mike. There's this song harout sings - Zoganch - (the guy's mother in law). As you can imagine, its meant to be an amusing song. My fav line he says - My mother in law is a sick woman. Her left ear hurts a lot. But her tongue is very healthy... (there is another line here that I can't figure out - Mike? Lev? Lilith? - its about 4:40 into the song)

I think that line is pretty amusing.

So, Harout is going to be singing at my wedding (someday) (hopefully) - would it be inappropriate if he sang that song? Would it come off as an insulting dedication from my husband to my mother? Arbel, would mom even notice?

I think it'd be hilarious. C'mon, its a wedding - i'm sure there are plenty of in-law jokes flying by then.... We can have a little fun with it too, no?

Thursday, July 12, 2007

This one is for Mike (and Levon)

Mike is right - I forgot to mention Niagara.

So, on our way home, the three of us decided to make a short stop at Niagara. Mike had to catch a plan in Buffalo at 2:45 so we had to make it quick. First we had a parking issue - you see, the boys had spent all their loonies and toonies (no, not cartoons - canadian money) because they figured they couldn't do anything with the funny money in the states. As we pulled into the first lot we realized that between the three of us, we had almost nothing. Well, I had about 2.50 in quarters and mike had a loonie and a toonie and lev had two dollars... or something like that. Parking was 10. So we went to another spot - some bird thing (like an aviary) and when we told the guy it'd only be for ten minutes, he seemed to shrug us off "Ya, i've heard that before!" - well, apparently we won him over because he let us park for $5 (instead of 10). Then we made a mad dash over to a little lookout/view point thing. We took a few quick pictures - stared in awe - took a few more pictures - then the boys ran back to get the car while I waited (ya I'm lazy - so what?). Soon we were on our way.

By the way - those darn people at the border... scare me. "Where were you? When did you go?" (they ask everything twice - and rephrase it - to try and throw you off). When he asked for the second time if we purchased anything in canada I felt like saying, "some hemorrhoid cream, penis rings and depends.... wanna see?" - i didn't. maybe I should have told him we had bought some alcohol and i could puke it up for him if he cared to see. anyway, they let us through (mike was a little worried - he was almost NOT let back into the US on his first trip on friday....)

And the town by niagara is awful. There was one gas station - full service - one pump (from like 1952 or somethign) - i wish i took a picture. The entire city (it wasn't super tiny) was just falling apart. so sad.

And for those who care... we did get mike to the airport on time.

One last thing - I should mention that if it wasn't for Levon, I wouldn't have even gone on this trip so thanks Lev for making it happen.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Dear Mr. Sinanyan/Sinanian...

...I'm interested... call me! (j/k)

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Great post about Armenian last names. Towards the end of the article, you'll see the reference to Sinanyans...

http://www.cobjectively.com/2007/05/23/all-about-armenian-last-names/

Why oh why...

does this guy still have a job?

http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/07/10/gonzales.fbi/index.html

and...

I love HUSTLER - and Mr. Flynt. Honestly, this guy is 100 times cooler than Heff.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/07/10/gonzales.fbi/index.html

Why do I love him? Well, you may have heard of the wonderful Senator Vitter (R - yes, R for Republican - from Louisiana) who recently confessed to having sex with hookers... (too bad he couldn't get head from his intern - it might have prevented this scandal). Well, apparently, Flynt played a role in bringing this information to light (see above article).

Here's my favorite part:
" Flynt took out a full-page ad in The Washington Post in June to offer $1 million for "documented evidence of illicit sexual or intimate relations with a congressman or senator."

Flynt launched a similar campaign in 1998 in an effort to counter the drive to impeach then-President Bill Clinton over allegations that he had lied about his relationship with former White House intern Monica Lewinsky. Moldea worked with Flynt in that effort as well.

Hustler's search led to the resignation of House Speaker-designate Robert Livingston -- whose congressional seat Vitter won the next year."

Did you get that last part? Same seat. Haha. Looks like the wives in that county don't put out...

Oh yes, and another interesting point: This Vitter supported a ban on same-sex marriages. I guess he too would like to argue that gay couples destroy the sanctity of marriage. I guess he doesn't see infidelity as a threat to marriage.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Qwe-Beck-Wah

I'm BAAAAAAACK!

What a weekend! Where to start?

How about the beginning? We had an awful time leaving Boston on Friday. We woke up early (6:00 am) with the intention of leaving Boston by 8am. We got to the rental place close to 8:30 only to find out that they wouldn't rent to us because we had CA licenses and no "return trip" itinerary. So we had to shuttle it back to the airport and find another place to rent from. We ended up at Budget but the line was out the door so it took forever! The nice part was that the guy gave us a Ford Escape for the price of an economy car (ya, i know, gas guzzler - not ideal for a 10 hour drive... BUT it was nice inside, comfy - and had a cd player unlike the enterprise car we were planning to rent - assholes. don't rent from enterprise).

Anyway, so we finally hit the road around 11. Mike was landing in Buffalo around noon. Buffalo is a 6-7 hour drive. We managed to get to buffalo around 5:30. Mike had taken a day trip to Niagara while waiting for us so we waited for him to get back and return his rental then we all hopped in the car and headed across the border.

We stopped for food and gas - and went in the wrong direction for awhile - so it was 9:30 by the time we got to our hotel (still light outside! yay!). Andy took the stage just as we were walking to our room - needless to say I was quite bummed about that. We all changed and started boozing before heading downstairs. In the elevator we bumped into the "philly boys" (the guys I met/partied with while I was in DC) and an old friend from HS. It was so random to bump into them in the elevator. Especially someone from GHS! So we made a detour to their room then back down to Andy... just in time to catch his last song (he did a duo with Armenchik). So, Levon now owes me an Andy concert.... (haha, he is dreading that one for sure). Armenchik was great. We danced... danced.... kept dancing. Let me tell you - jumping around in that heat can be exhausting. I was drenched. And hot. But thats just the price you pay at an Armo fest. Def. worth it.

Saturday we slept in then headed to downtown Toronto for lunch. After lunch we took a little trip to the lake where the boys spent half the afternoon skipping stones and killing ladybugs. I mean, the didn't intentionally kill them but I blame them for the ladybugs' suicide flight into the water....

Next we headed to the CN Tower - had more lunch (okay - maybe early dinner?) and dessert. After a nice meal we went to the glass floor level where i had a hell of a time convincing Mike and Levon to stand on the glass floor and look down. Mike had finally managed to step onto the glass when someone started jumpnig up and down right next to him. Mike's reaction was truly priceless (I'll post a picture - promise)... Levon had to be coaxed and coerced onto the glass... and thanks to Mike, we have it all on video... muahahahaha!

Anyway, that was great fun. Afterwards we headed back to the room to get ready for Armenchik and Paul. (We had a drink for the ladybug that lost his/her life in the lake). Saturday night we were a little more determined to drink and put quite a dent in the alcohol... and we all know what that means - Drunk Alina! Yay. I don't remember much - except that I kept having to run upstairs to pee. Shortly after Paul came on, I headed upstairs (again) and apparently this time I passed out. So sad. Its okay though - I'm not the hugest Paul fan.

Sunday - I was hungover all day so I went to eat with the boys then went back to the room to "nap" while they went to the Hockey hall of fame. Um... I didn't quite get to nap because I felt like my heart was going to stop. We later took a trip to the icky indoor pool and then came upstairs and relaxed in the room for a while. After getting ready we listened out the window and figured Tata wasn't on yet so we lagged it some more and had some more drinks... of course, Tata WAS on so we were about an hour late to see him. (Tear).

Tata was... GREAT. First off, it had rained that day so the ground was wet and the air was humid. I don't mean humid like "sticky" humid. It was sticky - but it was also just WET. It was like being in a damn sauna. The tent didn't help. Neither did the several hundred people dancing. Being the groupie wannabes that we are - we squeezed towards the front so we could scream and shout and sing along. Tata was great - and the crowd loved him - as Mike said, "Tata was a rockstar, he could have peed on the audience and they would have gone crazy" - okay, so maybe not pee - but he was squirting water at the crowd and giving out waterbottles and people were just going crazy. He sang all the best songs. (Does Tata have un-great songs?) We went upstairs for intermission and ended up in the elevator with Tata and his bandmates. I had left my camera with Mike so I looked at Lev and said something along the lines of "gr, my camera" and lev said to tata, "she wanted to take a picture with you" and he said something like, "haskatsa" (I understood) which seemed very RUDE to me. It broke my heart. This guy is supposed to be my wedding singer. He can't be rude. And he's so fun on stage. I really was bummed. Anyway, we found out that part of his band was in the room next to us and the rest of them were mostly somewhere in our hall. We were going to try to hunt them down but by the time the concert was over I was so tired (and my poor feet were hating me) so we sorta gave up. (Actually, thats a lie - I did sit in the hallway by the elevator for awhile but I only saw the band go up - Tata either took a back door and went up before/after the band did and I didn't catch him. damn!) YES! I am a loser. But its Tata. Dude. Shabadabadashdash. Must I say anymore?

On the way back down we bumped into a Tufenkjian from SD who became best buds with Mike (Tufenkjians are famous for those who don't know). She told us all about her wealth. I did not really want to hear about her homes in the bahamas. After a while, we went back to our spot near the stage but about 30 min later we gave up and started dancing on the sides... towards the end we just started dancing by the bar. Sunday ended around 1 (the other two nights ended around 2/2:30). But I was tired so ya, that was the end of the night for us.

On the way back, I drove for a bit. I got to drive in Boston for the first time. It was as bad as I thought. But I was happy to finally find my way around... it was nice to figure out where things are in relation to each other (its difficult when you're always on the T). The strangest thing about this state though is those damn "Lane Shifts" - for a few hundred feet they post these bright orange signs that say "Lane Shift" "Stay in Lane" - then suddenly the white dotted lines become solid (for some odd reason, theyre worried that you won't be able to change your lane during a lane shift) and then the road sorta curves... very softly... like honestly just a few degrees. Nothing that you'd even slow down for. (Seriously, its like a 5 degree shift!) Yet for some reason, the speed limit is 45 in these zones. I just don't get it.

As for Qwe-beck-wah. Well, we were trying to figure out what the Q.E.W. highway in Toronto stands for. Mike called it the Qwe-Beck-Wah and it just stuck.... At one point we asked a police officer for directions and when he told us to get back on the QEW I was momentarily confused and almost asked, "Do you mean the Qwe-Beck-Wah" - thank god I controlled that blond moment.

Thats it for my loooong post. Cheers.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

What a week...

Boy oh boy... where to start?

How about last week?

Friday - I joined Chris for his Friday night dinner party. It was really great to see some BU friends again - aside from those who show up to Rattlesnake. Post dinner we all headed out to... uh... where'd we go? Oh ya! Our House (um... the bar, not my house). Had several more drinks. Got into some political conversations. Talked to some cute british boy (for a friend - i was just trying to "keep him" until she could talk to him :) - such a cutie though!). Had some pizza on the way home - an allston bar outing tradition for me. finally crawled into bed around 1 am.

saturday - hopped on a bus to NY. Went straight from the bus "stop" to the Czech Beer Gardens in Astoria (oh, I stopped and bought really cute earings for $1 ea! ya, i love new york too). So, beer gardens - this awesome outdoor area with lots of picnic tables/benches and a huge afternoon drinking crowd. You just get pitchers, sit in the sun, and hang out with friends. We had a good time. When we left around 5 or so, the line to get in was practically around the corner. insane.

afterwards we went to a cafe-ish place (they had coffee, I had beer) - then home for a night of great conversations - and the a house party. Of course, on our way to the house party, Armen made it clear that he was going to lock the TOP LOCK so that he and Hasmig would both have a key (hasmig didn't have a key to the bottom lock). As he stepped into the hallway, he closed the front door behind him and it seems, as soon as it clicked shut, he remembered that he had locked the bottom lock and left the key inside.

Now, I'm sure you all know - you don't leave the house in NY at 9 pm. You leave close to midnight. And so, the landlord wasn't there - Armen didn't have his phone - Has didn't have his number. Fun stuff. So we went to the party and tried to stay out all night but around 4 am we were all too exhausted so we headed back and Armen made a heroic climb up the fire escape, past the sleeping naked neighbor's open window and up to their apartment. It was a sight to see. Fortunately , we didn't get the cops called on us. Unfortunately, we couldn't get the ladder back up! oopsie!

Sunday was a lazy day (afterall, we slept at 5). We had a nice little brunch then headed back to Armen/Hasmig's and I left later that afternoon. Good times :)

Yesterday was the 4th fireworks show. It was cold and wet and icky - but the show was spectacular! Oh and Mellencamp disappointed with his song choice! What happened to Jack and Diane?!?!?! Gr. But the hot dogs were delicious, the jets were cool, the fireworks were awesome and the experience was memorable! (yes, did you hear that, i said memorable - and i was drunk! if i remember something, it must be memorable).

Oh ya, and on Monday I went for a jog. You know whats sad... I work out so little that when I do I always find it blog-worthy. Sad. I know. But i must break that so i can get my abs in shape for Puerto Rico (yay!). Anyway, I went up and jogged around the reservoir. Sarah was right - it is gorgeous. The pink and blue sky with pretty fluffy white clouds reflected on the water - the sunset - the weather. It was a relaxing way to spend my early evening. If you're in the area, I recommend a jog there.

Okay, those are my updates. Sorry they're dry.

Oh ya, and... TORONTO TOMORROW! Armenchik, Andy, Paul and TATA... here we come :)