Cataloguing a good weekend

Apr 25, 2005 17:21



Friday: I played some rousing volleyball until John arrived (with the rain). He and I had a good walk and tour of campus, then in the evening we went to Kristen's birthday party at Emily's apartment in the Gables.
Saturday: We woke up late and walked for a hall social to the dairy bar where John met most of my friends that he hadn't met the night before, chatted for a bit. Then I convinced ten of my good friends to go out to dinner with us at an amazing restaurant in Portsmouth called the Blue Mermaid, John and I split some delicious creme brulee for dessert! We were loud and obnoxious; John got along beautifully with everyone which made me happy. Then John, Dave (my RA), Serge, Jill and I walked aroung Portsmouth and went into some fun stores although the Turkish cafe I wanted to show John was closed (I know...taking a greek to a Turkish cafe, but the coffee cannot be beat). Then we decided to go see the ocean, which we nearly drove straight into. We walked the beach for a while, picked up a few shells, but we couldn't really see very well in the dark. It was absolutely beautiful.  I love the smell of the ocean.  On the way home a policeman trailed us for 3 miles before pulling John over for supposedly crossing the yellow line, I say it was the New York license plate. Luckily, he let us go after inquiring if we'd had anything to drink.  This was esp. fortuitous because good old John had told his mom he was at Vassar instead of UNH...a fine to be paid in Exeter wouldn't have helped the situation. After meandering our way home from the beach, we went to DHOP(an acronym I'm too lazy to type out), Durham's token really good, really greasy, cheap pizza place. We watched some terrible 1970's movie called Airplane during which I fell asleep.
Sunday: This is the best part. There was a booksale of the Durham Public Library in a nearby dorm, but all the books were free/donation only. John and I got up early to get first pick, we took about 215 books for about $8, that's about 1/3 of a cent per book. These weren't just trash rejects either, I got reputable biographies of about 12 presidents (3 on FDR and even one on Johnny Carson, heh), a few books on the fall of communism in Russia, a History of Modern Art, a beautiful Oliver Twist...and hundreds more. I feel like an infomercial. I was in heaven...until we had to carry them to my room in a different dorm, on the 4th floor in a building without an elevator. Needless to say I'm a bit sore, John said something to the effect of knowledge is pain, it's true. But a good pain.  It's a good start on the way to our goal of creating the largest private library in the US.  My parents aren't going to be very happy with me when I try to take these home. It's very much worth it though. Unfortunately, John had to leave, but it's nice to have some connection between UNH and home, even if it was just a weekend. I want Bob Marley's One World.
Last night I had my first bona fide nightmare in a long time (that I remembered anyway). I think it was partially lucid, in that I consciously controlled some of the responses to questions asked to me: I was getting a nose job (there was a reason...I think I might have been in an accident) and the doctor used some kind of putty that grafted itself to your nose, like metal welding except with chemicals.  It smelled like sulfur. He did a bad job, I mean he made me attractive, but I didn't want to look like that, it wasn't me. I was also afraid of people seeing I had changed myself. The doctor left me in a bathroom with an orange cast light with a dirty mirror. I painfully took the putty off, it revealed my nose was being eaten.   The doctor screamed at me and sued me for questioning his authority. For whatever reason I lost.  I had an lumpy, half eaten nose and no money. I guess I had a boyfriend in the dream and he broke up with me. I'm sure there was more, but as always I can't remember it very well.

Previous post Next post
Up