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my snowed-in weekend
Dec. 7th, 2003 08:38 pmAm finally back home after leaving the house on Friday morning, butt-crack of dawn. Shreya, in a great show of childlike petulance, refused to let the blizzard in NY ruin her 22nd birthday, so out her friends went, for sushi and some drinks. Sari and I collapsed in bed around 130 a.m., waking on Saturday to the blizzard that was still raging.
I had to stay the entire day at Sari's, who had grad school applications to work on as the deadlines loom closer and closer. Needless to say she got no work done, yet we both managed to be bored. We went out for Italian food and saw Honey in the theatre, which was just what we expected it to be, then went home and fell asleep before SNL even started. (And we'd been looking forward to seeing whatever the hell Al Sharpton was going to do on the show as the host).
This morning I woke up bright and early. I was super anxious to go home, as I had not seen my parents in a week and they'd had a hell of a time getting back from New Orleans on Friday afternoon. I also knew I had long ago worn out my welcome at Sari's...just a feeling. I think we were both feeling the loss of the entire weekend to the snow, when we had tons of other plans to get all those December things done.
Anyway, my parents were going to be at my dad's office uptown, so I trained it up there to meet up with them (having another commuting pain in the ass, but I digress), and I arrived to a locked-up office. My dad had forgotten his key. My parents were picking up my uncle from the bus station. Apparently HE had HIS spare key he'd been using all week to get into the office to get the painting done. Ugh. I walked back to the train station, in the absence of anything else to do, and waited for them to pick me up in the car. They arrived, and as I approached the car, my uncle decided to try and be a gentleman by opening the door for me from inside...which resulted in his slamming the car door into my outstreched hand, causing a small cut and a larger bruise. Yeah, it still hurts.
Then they put me to work in the office, sweeping the dirty ass floor.
I'll tell you, this has not been my weekend. At all.
I had to stay the entire day at Sari's, who had grad school applications to work on as the deadlines loom closer and closer. Needless to say she got no work done, yet we both managed to be bored. We went out for Italian food and saw Honey in the theatre, which was just what we expected it to be, then went home and fell asleep before SNL even started. (And we'd been looking forward to seeing whatever the hell Al Sharpton was going to do on the show as the host).
This morning I woke up bright and early. I was super anxious to go home, as I had not seen my parents in a week and they'd had a hell of a time getting back from New Orleans on Friday afternoon. I also knew I had long ago worn out my welcome at Sari's...just a feeling. I think we were both feeling the loss of the entire weekend to the snow, when we had tons of other plans to get all those December things done.
Anyway, my parents were going to be at my dad's office uptown, so I trained it up there to meet up with them (having another commuting pain in the ass, but I digress), and I arrived to a locked-up office. My dad had forgotten his key. My parents were picking up my uncle from the bus station. Apparently HE had HIS spare key he'd been using all week to get into the office to get the painting done. Ugh. I walked back to the train station, in the absence of anything else to do, and waited for them to pick me up in the car. They arrived, and as I approached the car, my uncle decided to try and be a gentleman by opening the door for me from inside...which resulted in his slamming the car door into my outstreched hand, causing a small cut and a larger bruise. Yeah, it still hurts.
Then they put me to work in the office, sweeping the dirty ass floor.
I'll tell you, this has not been my weekend. At all.
