The first cold of the season...
...I have it.
It's been an exhausting week. Brittany convinced me to go to a Tae Bo class with her last Wednesday, and I almost puked halfway through the workout. Needless to say, my whole body ached the next few days, but I'd like to stay on top of exercise. My brain needs it more than my body.
Handling Mike at the café was a bit more taxing than usual, too. He's such a flirt, and I respond well to these things. I'm not physically or emotionally attracted to him, and he never attempts to go beyond superficial banter. But I sincerely enjoy the attention, as well as having someone to talk to when work gets slow. Betsy asked if I have a boyfriend, although Mike already knows the story with Andy. I just feel bad, using him for entertainment. But I suppose he's doing pretty much the same with me.
After a night shift on Friday and a morning shift on Saturday, Andy picked me up for a weekend in New Jersey. We went to his brother's opening gallery reception, and the paintings were amazing. I struggled with more small talk and banter, and succeeded with Dayna and some other girl--but at the bar later, the beer didn't sit well in my stomach.
Andy and I woke up the next morning to pouring rain and two Jets tickets. Various members of Andy's family (grandmother, step-grandmother, step-aunt and step-uncle) were visiting, and more small talk and banter was required. During the drive to Giants Stadium, Andy and I sat in the back of his dad's car like two little kids, our hands in our laps and looking silently out the windows.
The rain stopped before the kickoff, thank heavens, and the Jets won! Who ever heard of Arizona football, anyway?
After the game, we escaped to James' apartment. He was a wild combination of hungover, stoned, and drunk. But he's also the most forgiving and laid back of Andy's family. I could talk if I wanted to, but it wasn't expected or required of me. We relaxed, ate pizza, and watched the Sunday night cartoons and There's Something About Mary. Beautiful.
The next morning, I zigzagged my way from Penn Station to Grand Central--it's fun picking a new path each time.
Today I woke up early to volunteer at the International Institute, and that's when the sickness hit. Blargh. Otherwise, it was a beautiful day. They started me with a file of a Congolese man living the next town over. I called his DSS worker, the lady working on his Food Stamps, and a few YMCAs. I got to run across town for a bus schedule, and I also found a pick-up soccer team that he might be able to play on. Simple stuff, but a good start. Annie's great, and we're definitely at similar times in our lives. She came from Saratoga to Yale, while I left Bridgeport for Ithaca. She has a job, and I'm looking for one--but her job will only last her a year, and she's at a loss for what to do next year. There's a boyfriend that comes into play, and there are many different social justice issues that interest her.
Well, that description is like an astrology reading--general enough to fit multiple people in a certain time and place.
OK, my nose is running to fast for me to keep up, and my eyes are about to fall out of my head. Time for bed.
It's been an exhausting week. Brittany convinced me to go to a Tae Bo class with her last Wednesday, and I almost puked halfway through the workout. Needless to say, my whole body ached the next few days, but I'd like to stay on top of exercise. My brain needs it more than my body.
Handling Mike at the café was a bit more taxing than usual, too. He's such a flirt, and I respond well to these things. I'm not physically or emotionally attracted to him, and he never attempts to go beyond superficial banter. But I sincerely enjoy the attention, as well as having someone to talk to when work gets slow. Betsy asked if I have a boyfriend, although Mike already knows the story with Andy. I just feel bad, using him for entertainment. But I suppose he's doing pretty much the same with me.
After a night shift on Friday and a morning shift on Saturday, Andy picked me up for a weekend in New Jersey. We went to his brother's opening gallery reception, and the paintings were amazing. I struggled with more small talk and banter, and succeeded with Dayna and some other girl--but at the bar later, the beer didn't sit well in my stomach.
Andy and I woke up the next morning to pouring rain and two Jets tickets. Various members of Andy's family (grandmother, step-grandmother, step-aunt and step-uncle) were visiting, and more small talk and banter was required. During the drive to Giants Stadium, Andy and I sat in the back of his dad's car like two little kids, our hands in our laps and looking silently out the windows.
The rain stopped before the kickoff, thank heavens, and the Jets won! Who ever heard of Arizona football, anyway?
After the game, we escaped to James' apartment. He was a wild combination of hungover, stoned, and drunk. But he's also the most forgiving and laid back of Andy's family. I could talk if I wanted to, but it wasn't expected or required of me. We relaxed, ate pizza, and watched the Sunday night cartoons and There's Something About Mary. Beautiful.
The next morning, I zigzagged my way from Penn Station to Grand Central--it's fun picking a new path each time.
Today I woke up early to volunteer at the International Institute, and that's when the sickness hit. Blargh. Otherwise, it was a beautiful day. They started me with a file of a Congolese man living the next town over. I called his DSS worker, the lady working on his Food Stamps, and a few YMCAs. I got to run across town for a bus schedule, and I also found a pick-up soccer team that he might be able to play on. Simple stuff, but a good start. Annie's great, and we're definitely at similar times in our lives. She came from Saratoga to Yale, while I left Bridgeport for Ithaca. She has a job, and I'm looking for one--but her job will only last her a year, and she's at a loss for what to do next year. There's a boyfriend that comes into play, and there are many different social justice issues that interest her.
Well, that description is like an astrology reading--general enough to fit multiple people in a certain time and place.
OK, my nose is running to fast for me to keep up, and my eyes are about to fall out of my head. Time for bed.