i am the tree in the forest.i'll fall whether you're there to hear me or not
Big thanks to Tim O. for causing that title. Working on expanding it.
Time to play catch up before July gets here.
I spent 2(and a half? a quarter maybe) days camping down in Wharton State Forest. I had been climbing the walls and feeling cooped up and all sorts of crowded. It was good to be alone in the woods. It was good to hike. It was good to kayak even if it was flatwater. I had my first attempt at sleeping under the stars but only made it to 3 a.m. before the dew drove me back into my tent. I'm finding that I am writing more in my photoblog and I hate to be repetitive so I'm being more concise here. That's pretty convoluted but I'm sure it'll sort itself out.
Had a job interview that got moved or cancelled, I'm still not sure which, due to schedule conflicts between my work and their meetings. Cross your fingers that I'll get in some time this week.
Closed for the restaurant for the first time. That went pretty smoothly. Only ran out of one thing and I figured out how to make it before anybody missed it. Yeah, I almost broke my arm patting myself on the back with that one.
Tim O had his "house warming". I saw Carsten, Cristina and Oscar very briefly as they were leaving whilst I was arriving. It was just long enough to feel Carsten consciously being cold to me. OK dude. Somehow I got lost coming back from Tim's and wound up in Mendham. What a lovely if inconvenient drive.
I went to Chaw and Matt's reception. It was a beautifully planned and executed re-enactment of their vows. Chaw is even more lovely pregnant. I ran into a couple of people that I met through Chaw or while we were roommates and it was awkward because on almost every occasion that I'd spent time with them it was for a very concentrated amount of time. I remember having fun and having lovely conversations but I found that I had nothing to say to them this day. "Hello, nice to see you again." was all I could get out. I had to really admire Asela's conversation skills. She has a graceful ability to fill in the awkward moments. These days I just sit through the awkward moments and wait 'till something comes out. I really enjoy people that can ride those out with me.
It was coincidentally Asela and Emilio's 5th wedding anniversary. After we left the reception we decided to get some drinks in New Brunswick. Despite having spent our childhood in this area both Asela and I were unable to navigate the 2 miles from Piscataway to New Brunswick. And so for the second time that day I was lost. At least this time I had company. We eventually made it to New Brunswick.
Almost within an hour of arriving at the reception I had kicked off my heels, yep I was wearing heels, and was walking on the grass barefoot. Now that we had gone back into the paved world I had to put those same heels back on and I was reminded of the many reasons why I had not bought or worn heels in years. They numbered in the hundreds, those pinpricks and pinches of pain I felt as we walked around NB trying to figure out where to go. I could almost hear the my own echo from 5 years ago as I grumbled to myself, "Never again. No heels ever!" as my swollen feet popped out of those heels the moment we returned to the car.
The next day, this past Sunday, Emilio, Asela, Maura and I went on a long drive to Philly. The trip was made longer by, you guessed it, our getting lost. It wasn't too bad though since there was an Atlas in the car. We managed to navigate our way to the Brazilian Festival. On the way there was much ooooing and aaaahh-ing of life across the river. There was much speculation as to the lower cost of living in the Philly suburbs.
When we did get there a general sense of disappointment descended on the group as we realized that this was a much smaller festival than we had grown accustomed to. Newark and New York have spoiled us for street festivals, where the streets are so thick with bodies you can't help but exchange fluids with strangers. Since there were few vendors selling food we decided to chuck the whole Brazilian themed hunger that we had cultivated on the drive and went into Lucy's Indian Cuisine. We spent three hours in that restaurant helping ourselves to the buffet letting our stomachs settle before getting seconds. We relaxed and killed time waiting for the festival to fill up a little by pondering on the logistics of the digestive process within a street fair context. We'd be damned if we would get caught with a voiding emergency in those porto-potties. Speaking of which, I saw a couple walking around the fair barefoot. Normally I'd think Wow they have tough feet or Wow they're really getting into the festival but since they were waiting in line to the porto-potties all I could think was DAMN that's taking adventurous too far.
As a result of this weekend's merry making, from Tim O's to the festival, I woke up this morning rather puffy and feeling weak and tired. Aaaaahhh the drawbacks of liquor and salty foods.
I'm looking forward to Wednesday when I can enjoy my favorite beach, a little horse racing, and you can be sure there will be gambling. What more could a girl ask for?
Time to play catch up before July gets here.
I spent 2(and a half? a quarter maybe) days camping down in Wharton State Forest. I had been climbing the walls and feeling cooped up and all sorts of crowded. It was good to be alone in the woods. It was good to hike. It was good to kayak even if it was flatwater. I had my first attempt at sleeping under the stars but only made it to 3 a.m. before the dew drove me back into my tent. I'm finding that I am writing more in my photoblog and I hate to be repetitive so I'm being more concise here. That's pretty convoluted but I'm sure it'll sort itself out.
Had a job interview that got moved or cancelled, I'm still not sure which, due to schedule conflicts between my work and their meetings. Cross your fingers that I'll get in some time this week.
Closed for the restaurant for the first time. That went pretty smoothly. Only ran out of one thing and I figured out how to make it before anybody missed it. Yeah, I almost broke my arm patting myself on the back with that one.
Tim O had his "house warming". I saw Carsten, Cristina and Oscar very briefly as they were leaving whilst I was arriving. It was just long enough to feel Carsten consciously being cold to me. OK dude. Somehow I got lost coming back from Tim's and wound up in Mendham. What a lovely if inconvenient drive.
I went to Chaw and Matt's reception. It was a beautifully planned and executed re-enactment of their vows. Chaw is even more lovely pregnant. I ran into a couple of people that I met through Chaw or while we were roommates and it was awkward because on almost every occasion that I'd spent time with them it was for a very concentrated amount of time. I remember having fun and having lovely conversations but I found that I had nothing to say to them this day. "Hello, nice to see you again." was all I could get out. I had to really admire Asela's conversation skills. She has a graceful ability to fill in the awkward moments. These days I just sit through the awkward moments and wait 'till something comes out. I really enjoy people that can ride those out with me.
It was coincidentally Asela and Emilio's 5th wedding anniversary. After we left the reception we decided to get some drinks in New Brunswick. Despite having spent our childhood in this area both Asela and I were unable to navigate the 2 miles from Piscataway to New Brunswick. And so for the second time that day I was lost. At least this time I had company. We eventually made it to New Brunswick.
Almost within an hour of arriving at the reception I had kicked off my heels, yep I was wearing heels, and was walking on the grass barefoot. Now that we had gone back into the paved world I had to put those same heels back on and I was reminded of the many reasons why I had not bought or worn heels in years. They numbered in the hundreds, those pinpricks and pinches of pain I felt as we walked around NB trying to figure out where to go. I could almost hear the my own echo from 5 years ago as I grumbled to myself, "Never again. No heels ever!" as my swollen feet popped out of those heels the moment we returned to the car.
The next day, this past Sunday, Emilio, Asela, Maura and I went on a long drive to Philly. The trip was made longer by, you guessed it, our getting lost. It wasn't too bad though since there was an Atlas in the car. We managed to navigate our way to the Brazilian Festival. On the way there was much ooooing and aaaahh-ing of life across the river. There was much speculation as to the lower cost of living in the Philly suburbs.
When we did get there a general sense of disappointment descended on the group as we realized that this was a much smaller festival than we had grown accustomed to. Newark and New York have spoiled us for street festivals, where the streets are so thick with bodies you can't help but exchange fluids with strangers. Since there were few vendors selling food we decided to chuck the whole Brazilian themed hunger that we had cultivated on the drive and went into Lucy's Indian Cuisine. We spent three hours in that restaurant helping ourselves to the buffet letting our stomachs settle before getting seconds. We relaxed and killed time waiting for the festival to fill up a little by pondering on the logistics of the digestive process within a street fair context. We'd be damned if we would get caught with a voiding emergency in those porto-potties. Speaking of which, I saw a couple walking around the fair barefoot. Normally I'd think Wow they have tough feet or Wow they're really getting into the festival but since they were waiting in line to the porto-potties all I could think was DAMN that's taking adventurous too far.
As a result of this weekend's merry making, from Tim O's to the festival, I woke up this morning rather puffy and feeling weak and tired. Aaaaahhh the drawbacks of liquor and salty foods.
I'm looking forward to Wednesday when I can enjoy my favorite beach, a little horse racing, and you can be sure there will be gambling. What more could a girl ask for?
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