Sending a "Happy Birthday, Birthday Girls" to Debina and Mo!! (and to HB,BB Frita, who will eventually hear this when my mother makes me read it out loud to her even though she's heard all of my stories in person, and real time.)
While the original intention of sending emails on Monday was for you to have something fun in your inbox when you are dragging yourself to get into the work week, I find clearing my head for the writing for said emails takes a bit of an effort on Monday's. I actually just physically shook my head to try to get my thoughts in order hoping against hope that my brain isn't one big etch-a-sketch clearing more than I need.
Let's rewind a bit. My coffee chick recieved 5 gold stars last week when I entered downstairs and there were 20 foriegners in line (there seems to always be an influx of non-americans at the apparently appropriately named Cafe Europa) and as I was in line I heard "Miss! Excuse me Miss?" and I was beckoned to the other side of the register where my coffee was ready, transaction occured and I walked out without a hitch or inconvenience of a line. I have been racking my brain for a good present to give her, but so far I can only think of a Starbucks gift card, and I'm not sure if our relationship has progressed to a point where she would understand the irony of the gesture. Ideas are currently being accepted. I'm going for this kind of reaction:
While I gave my sister the extended "wait, let me go back, oh wait there's more I'm not done yet" version of the story (we were in a car and you KNOW how much I love a captive audience) I'll try to cut it down for you. I went to see/hear Jen Lancaster on Thursday, author of "Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a condescending, ego-maniacal, self-centered smart-ass, or, why you should never carry a prada bag to the unemployment office." Marisa thought that this might be describing myself, but I protest. I am not condescending. Anyway, after chatting with Jen for the two minutes it took her to sign my book she said "Man, you are on FIRE!" so basically, I win.
I started to feel bad about being mean to the mean chick at work. I mean granted I was not being mean to her, just about her in my email threads and then in my head with my lil game, I still felt like an unkind human being. So I tried extending an olive branch in way of an invite to coffee. She all put lit it on fire and threw it in my hut. I then got this http://www.nytimes.com/2009/
I am making a formal apology to Doreen Matthews
More specifically for a) not telling her to wear black for laser tag and then b) for telling her she would have to be on a different team b/c she was wearing light blue. That was wrong of me, and I hope this does not end our laser tag friendship. Though, we need to find a better place... the one at the Palisades Mall was just mediocre in its terrain, and I need more to satisfy my lust of the game.
Going out on Saturday for Debina's birthday reminded me that some things never change. The reputation and roots of families like the Halls, McDonough's, O'Brien's and even I would say the Galvin's runs deep, Chris Hall will always think of me as that stuck up brat from when we were three, the elder members of my tribe will be revered as funnier, better and cooler than I will ever hope to be, and seeing old friends is always a blast. I use these families as my personal examples, but I think its universal. The people we grew up with, that we spent time with mainly b/c our parents were friends when we were younger, or b/c we lived down the street from each other, will have a unique bond unlike any other childhood friend. And within that bond, the youngest of us all, we'll always be the brat. :) Them's the breaks.
Lastly, we hit up the Bronx Zoo yesterday (39 year's of mother's day going strong). People watching is strong, the stuff parents say to their kids is classic (remember "Spit it out ya filthy animal?--well I know I got to say "Next time food falls on the ground, lets not eat it."), the prarie dog portion of the children zoo is still awesome, and I yet to master Parseltongue (though I did try.)
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