Back again, back again, jiggedy jig...
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nirix5That was quite possibly one of the most exhausting weekends I've ever survived.
Friday: Out the door at five, get to Nana's at twelve, walk in the door and get sent right to work cutting up potatoes for 25 POUNDS OF POTATO SALAD THAT NEEDS TO FEED SEVENTY PEOPLE THE NEXT DAY.
2:00- get dressed in Nice Clothes for Alex's concert.
2:50- Scheduled leaving time. People are still walking around in various states of undress. There are pieces of potato all over the place.
3:15- Finally leave for Jersey.
4:30- Get into Princeton. Musical cars is played as everyone decides that they don't want to be in the car they're in. Aunt Sean winds up driving Nana's car, but apprehensive about it... "I don't want to smell like shit!"* So she smells me to see if I smell like shit, then my mother wonder's what's going on so she smells me too. Creepy.
* Due to an unfortunate incident with a sick dog.
4:45- leave for the city.
5:50- Stuck in traffic in front of the Holland Tunnel. With Tess and Melissa duking it out in the back seat.
6:45- Still stuck in traffic. Uncle Kevin in the other car gets through the tunnel ahead of us.
6:55- Get through the tunnel only to see James standing out in the middle of the street, looking right past us. Pass my mom, standing outside the car, who yells "JAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMEEEESSSSS" in this really loud voice to alert him that we were found.
7:10- Make it to Grandmaman's only to find out that they're not done with dinner yet. At this point I'm freaking out about meeting Joe on time, so we send the gimps off in a cab (Nana, Mom, and Aunt Sean) and take the F train uptown.
7:35, 7:40- Get to Carnegie Hall, find Joe, straighten out ticket situation, find our seats way up in the Dress Circle. Wound up sitting with Melissa instead of Mom because there would have been a scene about it.
8:00- the concert starts. We could just pick out Alex, playing her cello (she was cello number ten.) Almost as soon as the music starts Melissa starts with "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, where's the bathroom, Kelsey's bothering me" and everyone around us is giving me nasty looks. Ugh. Joe understands. Joe knows all about the Bucket of Drama, lol.
11:00- Concert is over. We wound up standing across the street waiting for the rest of the people who never came, because my mom didn't tell them the right meeting place. Finally we get everyone together and head back to the apartment. Once there Mom and Aunt Sean make poor Alex sit posing with her cello and flowers for a half hour before letting her collapse onto a couch. Mind you, the poor kid had been sick with poison ivy and standing all day long. Photo shoots are my family's torture sessions.
One something- Leave New York. Melissa bugs everyone about listening to her Hoobestank CD until Aunt Sean threatens to throw it out the window.
2:30- Back in Jersey.
3:30- Back in Philly, cutting more potatoes until going to be around 4:30.
Saturday
9:00- Wake up and stumble into the shower.
9:30- Start working on potato salad again. And pineapple pecan coleslaw. And green salad. We're supposed to be in NJ at 2:30... we'll never make it.
This is where it gets crazy. Between a giant dog, four cats, and twoPMSing teenagers underfoot, things quickly spiralled out of control. At one point Nana (who can barely walk due to an extremely rare foot condition) backed up into a bag of Honeydew melons on the floor, with a machete for the pineapple in one hand and a meat cleaver for the pecans in another, was waving the knives around trying to keep her balance. She actually threw the smaller knife at the table, missing my sister but knocking potato skins onto the floor. Food was everywhere, and we were all rushing to get the food packed, clothes packed, and presents wrapped. By the time we got to Jersey it was 4:30.
James's party was fun. Tom Ridge's niece was there, with laryngitis. When James goes to her grad party he has to pass all the Secret Service checkpoints. "I sacrificed...my dignity...for salsa." LOL. They had salsa in this stupid Mexican had that played the hat dance when you pushed a button to flip the lid up.
Larry moved on from Jesus and Black Holes to Jesus-is-not-a-liar and Naturalism. All I wanted was a hot dog, dammit, but he wouldn't shut up. Plus I got lots of bike advice from Greg. He says to start out with a Katana and not a Ninja. Hmmm...
Dan came over when he woke up. Looks like Dan, James, and Myself are going on a road trip this summer. Fun fun, I can see it now: "Jesus, His cousin, and the Narcoleptic Russian Head for California in the Volvo with 206,000 miles on it." Sounds bookworthy to me. Finally got to go to bed around two in the morning.
And there were still two bowls of potato salad left over. ARRRGH.
Sunday
Cleanup. Errands. Normal stuff. More road trip planning. Got a grand total of two hours of sleep with fucked up dreams. I blame it on all the hot dogs.
Monday
Came home. Dropped off Tom's books at his house, saw Magoo, it was cool.
And now this long winded and probably pointless entry draws to a close. This has been Feather Anne, reporting live from the Tri-State Area.
*pauses*
Good evening, I'm YOLANDA VEGA with tonight's Win Four numbers!!! The first ball up... is zero! The next... is seven! The next... is nine! And the last... is THREE! Making tonight's Win Four number Zero Seven Nine Three! Thank you and good night.
Friday: Out the door at five, get to Nana's at twelve, walk in the door and get sent right to work cutting up potatoes for 25 POUNDS OF POTATO SALAD THAT NEEDS TO FEED SEVENTY PEOPLE THE NEXT DAY.
2:00- get dressed in Nice Clothes for Alex's concert.
2:50- Scheduled leaving time. People are still walking around in various states of undress. There are pieces of potato all over the place.
3:15- Finally leave for Jersey.
4:30- Get into Princeton. Musical cars is played as everyone decides that they don't want to be in the car they're in. Aunt Sean winds up driving Nana's car, but apprehensive about it... "I don't want to smell like shit!"* So she smells me to see if I smell like shit, then my mother wonder's what's going on so she smells me too. Creepy.
* Due to an unfortunate incident with a sick dog.
4:45- leave for the city.
5:50- Stuck in traffic in front of the Holland Tunnel. With Tess and Melissa duking it out in the back seat.
6:45- Still stuck in traffic. Uncle Kevin in the other car gets through the tunnel ahead of us.
6:55- Get through the tunnel only to see James standing out in the middle of the street, looking right past us. Pass my mom, standing outside the car, who yells "JAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMEEEESSSSS" in this really loud voice to alert him that we were found.
7:10- Make it to Grandmaman's only to find out that they're not done with dinner yet. At this point I'm freaking out about meeting Joe on time, so we send the gimps off in a cab (Nana, Mom, and Aunt Sean) and take the F train uptown.
7:35, 7:40- Get to Carnegie Hall, find Joe, straighten out ticket situation, find our seats way up in the Dress Circle. Wound up sitting with Melissa instead of Mom because there would have been a scene about it.
8:00- the concert starts. We could just pick out Alex, playing her cello (she was cello number ten.) Almost as soon as the music starts Melissa starts with "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, where's the bathroom, Kelsey's bothering me" and everyone around us is giving me nasty looks. Ugh. Joe understands. Joe knows all about the Bucket of Drama, lol.
11:00- Concert is over. We wound up standing across the street waiting for the rest of the people who never came, because my mom didn't tell them the right meeting place. Finally we get everyone together and head back to the apartment. Once there Mom and Aunt Sean make poor Alex sit posing with her cello and flowers for a half hour before letting her collapse onto a couch. Mind you, the poor kid had been sick with poison ivy and standing all day long. Photo shoots are my family's torture sessions.
One something- Leave New York. Melissa bugs everyone about listening to her Hoobestank CD until Aunt Sean threatens to throw it out the window.
2:30- Back in Jersey.
3:30- Back in Philly, cutting more potatoes until going to be around 4:30.
Saturday
9:00- Wake up and stumble into the shower.
9:30- Start working on potato salad again. And pineapple pecan coleslaw. And green salad. We're supposed to be in NJ at 2:30... we'll never make it.
This is where it gets crazy. Between a giant dog, four cats, and twoPMSing teenagers underfoot, things quickly spiralled out of control. At one point Nana (who can barely walk due to an extremely rare foot condition) backed up into a bag of Honeydew melons on the floor, with a machete for the pineapple in one hand and a meat cleaver for the pecans in another, was waving the knives around trying to keep her balance. She actually threw the smaller knife at the table, missing my sister but knocking potato skins onto the floor. Food was everywhere, and we were all rushing to get the food packed, clothes packed, and presents wrapped. By the time we got to Jersey it was 4:30.
James's party was fun. Tom Ridge's niece was there, with laryngitis. When James goes to her grad party he has to pass all the Secret Service checkpoints. "I sacrificed...my dignity...for salsa." LOL. They had salsa in this stupid Mexican had that played the hat dance when you pushed a button to flip the lid up.
Larry moved on from Jesus and Black Holes to Jesus-is-not-a-liar and Naturalism. All I wanted was a hot dog, dammit, but he wouldn't shut up. Plus I got lots of bike advice from Greg. He says to start out with a Katana and not a Ninja. Hmmm...
Dan came over when he woke up. Looks like Dan, James, and Myself are going on a road trip this summer. Fun fun, I can see it now: "Jesus, His cousin, and the Narcoleptic Russian Head for California in the Volvo with 206,000 miles on it." Sounds bookworthy to me. Finally got to go to bed around two in the morning.
And there were still two bowls of potato salad left over. ARRRGH.
Sunday
Cleanup. Errands. Normal stuff. More road trip planning. Got a grand total of two hours of sleep with fucked up dreams. I blame it on all the hot dogs.
Monday
Came home. Dropped off Tom's books at his house, saw Magoo, it was cool.
And now this long winded and probably pointless entry draws to a close. This has been Feather Anne, reporting live from the Tri-State Area.
*pauses*
Good evening, I'm YOLANDA VEGA with tonight's Win Four numbers!!! The first ball up... is zero! The next... is seven! The next... is nine! And the last... is THREE! Making tonight's Win Four number Zero Seven Nine Three! Thank you and good night.
