So Kevin and Becky track my phone number down and want to hang out for the one night I am in New York. I say it’s cool but it’s like midnight and I’m thinking (silly me) that they are not going to make it.
What happened was, we were going to meet at Puck’s (an Irish bar of sorts next to our old starbuks) but I had to move my shite and I had to meet angela so I essentially had no time to meet for drinks. ah well.
I call my friend John. I gave him a heads up and asked if we could hang with him on my road trip but I never called him before hand and I’m wondering would it be so intruding that I’m calling the day before? I don’t tell kay that ooops…I didn’t call people in time. John doesn’t answer his phone. I am slightly worried.
Sidenote: i miss days like these, where you have a million things to do. Nowadays I only have one thing to do. brush my teeth. I pretty much sit around and wonder how much weight I will pack on within a day…but enough of the sidenote…
Anyway, I give them directions to angelica’s place and around 1 or 2 in the morning we go to a bar down by the corner. That is the coolest thing about new york…everything you want and need is walking distance. None of this driving to ralph’s bullcrap (I hate that crap). I used to buy ice cream and chinese food at midnight if I was craving it (a weird combo, I know) Anyway, we go out for drinks, it’s on Kevin (thanks Kevin!!) and I’m worried about Becky and Kevin because they have work early the next morning. sigh.
It was great to see Kevin and Becky and we recounted our memories and such. But here is the strange part, becky and kev were recounting memories of going to concerts and hanging out and I’m like…hmmm….are they dating? I didn’t want to ask and made a mental note to ask later (and I know they read this, and don’t think I ‘m a dumb one guys..tee hee) Around 4 in the morning it is time to go. sniff. I really miss my new york buds. I never really felt very lonely. Once in a blue moon maybe (but mostly on my account of not calling people) but not as bad as san diego.
Anyway, so Kay and I go back to ange who’s left lovely notes of where we can sleep, towels, and so on and so forth. Oh, and it’s hella hot (I can’t believe I remember that since it’s hella cold now) but I volunteer to have the hella hot bedroom and kay sleeps in the a/c living room.
Anyway next day, we leave new york. I’m very sad until we hit bridge traffic. GODDAMNIT. I should be the poster girl for road rage. i swear and hit my horn (okay, I’m not that bad) but I was SO glad to get the fuck out of new york because of the stupid traffic (and a guy in a big ass truck try to pick up on me. HOW THE HELL DO YOU PICK A GIRL UP ON THE FREEWAY?!)
Anyway, we are going to Rhode Island to pick up my television (YES!!! FINALLY A TELEVISION! I AM SUFFERING OUT IN SAN DIEGO) We pass Connecticut, and some other state and we are in Rhode Island.
Rhode Island is depressing I think. It is called the OCEAN STATE. I’m not sure why. maybe cause it’s surrounded by an ocean? It should’ve been called the cemetary state. There are cemetaries EVERYWHERE. and I mean EVERYWHERE. I was wondering if I should retire in RI. Otherwise, it is a quaint state and very small town type way. I’m thinking Dawson Creek mode.
We meet up with my friend Christine (who is originally from SD but is living in RI for a couple years to go to grad school) and she gives us pizza, my television, and shows kay embarrasing junior high pictures of me (of course) and she gives us a valuable commodity… facial towelettes. Ah man, these are like god’s gift to road trippers.
John gets back to me and says “sure! you can crash here” (Thank you John!) So he invites us for dinner but christine wants us for dinner (wow, we are just wanted) and I’m just stoked that Kay got to meet these fantastic fantastic people. I absolutely adore christine as well. She is my “best-listening” friend. When you have problems, friends tend to want to solve it (for your best intersts of course) but christine knows that I’m just talking about my problems just to have someone to sympathize and understand and she consoles me as in saying that she will always be there for me. A lot of times, that is all I need, the whole cheesy (but true) I’ll always be there for you because in essence, there is no way to solve my problems other than to wade/wait through ’em.
Anyway, we leave RI and head off to Massachusetts. Oh, I am so excited because I have always wanted to go to Boston. kay has already been to Boston but I never have. I’m imagining.. like Philadelphia and I’m thinking of all those Massachusetts movies and such and I can’t can’t wait. Massachusetts here we come (but the I-495 has traffic. OF COURSE ! ARGH!)
p.s. the whole new york, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts thing happened in one day…I KNOW! I can’t believe how much you can do in one day.
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