i'm getting really good at quickies.
... quickly flying somewhere (mostly home) for the weekend to escape dc and take care of business ... whatever business that might be.
a few different forces pulled me to new york this weekend: i have a bunch of good friends living there (some living more extravagantly than others). a friend got engaged (okay, well that was a surprise, but i was happy to celebrate). i wanted to feel out the city (prospective student at large). but really, i was having the biggest yen for a good corned beef sandwich.
i ate the entire thing; mission accomplished.
it amazes me when i think about the various and distinct stages of life at which my twenty-something friends are. some have been working for years; others are still in school and have never worked a day. some are ready to get married; others are avoiding serious relationships at all costs. some can't wait for the sun to go down and the partying to begin; others are like 55 year-olds in 20-something bodies. some live without worrying about how much dinner costs; others count every penny. and somehow, i still relate to most of them, albeit in very different ways.
warning: there is an outbreak of the marriage plague.
advisory: please stand clear of the moving walkway. keep arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. take precautions as necessary. you could be next.
friends getting married in the next twelve months counter: 006
the twenty-something experience is dynamic because as we're all on different platforms, it's hard to know where any of us stand. or sit. or lounge. the year we graduated and/or our age really don't matter anymore: we can all drink. we can all vote. although only some of us can rent cars. c'est la vie.
this weekend also reminded me that certain friends are like riding a bike. no matter how long you don't do them for, it's easy to get back on. sans the "doing," for spi and me anyway, the ridiculousness picked up right where we left off a year ago. he starts law school today. beware columbia university: you just commenced a marathon all-nighter student.
how many law students does it take to change a lightbulb?
two. one to change it and announce "when i'm around the rulebook gets defenestrated!" and the other to complain about the hippopotomonstroses end of his friend's last remark.
how many spi's does it take to change a lightbulb?
one. don't worry about him; he'll do it all by himself the night before it's due.
someone else, on the other hand, could not wait to get rid of me. my friendship with he-who-wishes-to-never-be-named-on-this-blog is kind of like hockey: when we're apart, we miss each other; but when we're together, it's really not that good anyway. after being at each other's throats by sunday, some divine force thought it would be funny if my flight got cancelled, and i had to spend another night in the city that never sleeps. with a 6am flight, i sure as hell didn't sleep.
and by the way, fuck delta airlines.
Monday, August 15, 2005
debbie does new york
Posted by: DBR @ 1:30 PM
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