I want to go back there
It's so weird to get off work at 6, come home in what feels like mid-afternoon Maryland spring, and talk to my dad as he's going to bed. I have all the windows in the apt. open and am resisting the urge to do a massive cleanout :oP
So spring break! Definitely much-needed. It's always amazing - and heart-attack inducing - to hang out with my wonderful, overachieving friends. The ridiculous thing was how natural it felt to fit right back into the fold, and how weird it was to say "see you at senior week!" But anyway...
Getting to the DR was a process in and of itself, and I got about 4 hours of sleep over the course of two or three days (dunno which, I was pretty confused by that point). I got to the Burbank airport at 4am Saturday, flew standby for the first time (YAY TIM!), and got into New York around 6pm EST.
My mom and her friend Sharon met me at the airport. Let me tell you, there is NOTHING more disorienting than going from one LA to NYC to see your family for the first time in months for less than 12 hours. Unless it's the India/Singapore/India/US/England/US transition.
We tried to time out dinner and failed totally, but did manage to see a production of A Chorus Line. (It's mom's favorite play, and she started crying before the show even started.) I've sung the music in chorus a thousand times, but never seen the performance, and it felt soooooo appropriate. Going into a creative-vs-business industry, hopefully with casting, reaching out from the bottom rung of the corporate ladder...it was fantastic.
So I went to bed around 2am in NYC, woke up at 4am, and met the Mansionites at our departure gate in Newark about 20 minutes before boarding :oP
Our time in the DR was AMAZING. Somehow I didn't make the connection that all-inclusive meant free drinks, free food, no worries. So, we basically spent the week sleeping on the beach, drinking in the pool, playing volleyball (I learned how to serve! - just not during actual gameplay), and avoiding the herds of underage Canadian high-schoolers. Rob re-discovered the game Mafia, so most of our evenings were spent killing each other off, eating french fries at the 24-hr bar, and then debating whether we wanted to sleep on the beach or not (we did one night and it was coooold).
Naturally, Rob brought Owl; naturally our last night we left him on the beach and couldn't find him again. Brown Boy claimed he got a sunburn. We invented a new imaginary friend. I accumulated some more freckles, but negative tan.
We flew back to NYC Thursday and 8 of us spent the night in a hostel, stacked into 4 bunk beds, which was HILARIOUS. For dinner we managed to find a FANTASTIC Peruvian/Chinese/Mexican restaurant right around the corner. The next day I called Jet Blue and found out the standby flight I was listed on was booked, and I probably wouldn't be able to fly back until 6am Saturday. So, thinking I had the day to my leisure, I went with everybody to Central Park and the MOMA, both of which were gorgeous and trippy. Extra perk - Bush was at the UN, so we got to wave to the motorcade.
Anyway, I casually took the subway across the entire city to JFK in the mid-afternoon, thinking I would be able to just sleep in the airport. I get there at 5:30 to learn that you can only check in 4 hours before a flight (which I kind've suspected), but there was a 6:15 boarding RIGHT THEN and if I RAN I MIGHT get on it. So I dumped all my 3+ oz liquids in the trash and ran and made friends with the operators at the boarding desk and LEAPT onto the last flight to LA.
Paddypops and Jen picked me up at the Burbank airport Friday night (because they kick ass). Thus ended the last spring break of my college career. I think there will be facebook pictures.
*"Sandephant", an elephant sand sculpture. From Laos? He saves lives.
So spring break! Definitely much-needed. It's always amazing - and heart-attack inducing - to hang out with my wonderful, overachieving friends. The ridiculous thing was how natural it felt to fit right back into the fold, and how weird it was to say "see you at senior week!" But anyway...
Getting to the DR was a process in and of itself, and I got about 4 hours of sleep over the course of two or three days (dunno which, I was pretty confused by that point). I got to the Burbank airport at 4am Saturday, flew standby for the first time (YAY TIM!), and got into New York around 6pm EST.
My mom and her friend Sharon met me at the airport. Let me tell you, there is NOTHING more disorienting than going from one LA to NYC to see your family for the first time in months for less than 12 hours. Unless it's the India/Singapore/India/US/England/US transition.
We tried to time out dinner and failed totally, but did manage to see a production of A Chorus Line. (It's mom's favorite play, and she started crying before the show even started.) I've sung the music in chorus a thousand times, but never seen the performance, and it felt soooooo appropriate. Going into a creative-vs-business industry, hopefully with casting, reaching out from the bottom rung of the corporate ladder...it was fantastic.
So I went to bed around 2am in NYC, woke up at 4am, and met the Mansionites at our departure gate in Newark about 20 minutes before boarding :oP
Our time in the DR was AMAZING. Somehow I didn't make the connection that all-inclusive meant free drinks, free food, no worries. So, we basically spent the week sleeping on the beach, drinking in the pool, playing volleyball (I learned how to serve! - just not during actual gameplay), and avoiding the herds of underage Canadian high-schoolers. Rob re-discovered the game Mafia, so most of our evenings were spent killing each other off, eating french fries at the 24-hr bar, and then debating whether we wanted to sleep on the beach or not (we did one night and it was coooold).
Naturally, Rob brought Owl; naturally our last night we left him on the beach and couldn't find him again. Brown Boy claimed he got a sunburn. We invented a new imaginary friend. I accumulated some more freckles, but negative tan.
We flew back to NYC Thursday and 8 of us spent the night in a hostel, stacked into 4 bunk beds, which was HILARIOUS. For dinner we managed to find a FANTASTIC Peruvian/Chinese/Mexican restaurant right around the corner. The next day I called Jet Blue and found out the standby flight I was listed on was booked, and I probably wouldn't be able to fly back until 6am Saturday. So, thinking I had the day to my leisure, I went with everybody to Central Park and the MOMA, both of which were gorgeous and trippy. Extra perk - Bush was at the UN, so we got to wave to the motorcade.
Anyway, I casually took the subway across the entire city to JFK in the mid-afternoon, thinking I would be able to just sleep in the airport. I get there at 5:30 to learn that you can only check in 4 hours before a flight (which I kind've suspected), but there was a 6:15 boarding RIGHT THEN and if I RAN I MIGHT get on it. So I dumped all my 3+ oz liquids in the trash and ran and made friends with the operators at the boarding desk and LEAPT onto the last flight to LA.
Paddypops and Jen picked me up at the Burbank airport Friday night (because they kick ass). Thus ended the last spring break of my college career. I think there will be facebook pictures.
*"Sandephant", an elephant sand sculpture. From Laos? He saves lives.