...And I cannot wait! I am heading to Logan International Airport (aka- Hell on Earth) in 10 minutes. Ah! I cannot wait to see my friend, Serin, and to explore the ancient an fascinating city of Istanbul, Turkey. I have a short layover in Amsterdam on the way there (one of my favorite cities) and then I will be traversing old Constantinople!
The week will be rich with opportunities for outrageous events and tales, so stay tuned! Now, I need to get to airport.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Midnight Madness
While my day may have been normal, I did witness a calamity this evening shortly after midnight.
After working and working out today, I decided to see meet some of my friends at Roggies for happy hour. After calling to make sure that happy hour was in fact happening this Sunday (and getting confirmation) I made my way over to the bar with K. ANS met us there shortly after and we began ordering drinks. We sat and talked for a little over two hours when the bill finally came. Apparently I had been lied to because our bill did not indicate the happiness of our hours spent there with reduced prices, but rather was steep. Justifiably pissed, I told our waitress that I had called in to confirm happy hour and that there must be a mistake with our bill. She responded, "When we run low on beer we don't have happy hour."
Oh, I get it. You are a bar that is running low on beer! Wait, that makes no fucking sense. Anyway, I maintained my composure and graciously still left her a 20% tip (hey, I've been a waiter before too).
K and I said goodbye to ANS and went back to K's to drink wine, eat cheese, and watch the Oscars. Kate Winslet finally won the statue she deserves and the night was wrapping up. Our friends L and Kel were also with us. L had to leave before the end of the night to write a paper, but Kel and I stayed long enough to see Slumdog Millionaire win Best Picture. We said our goodbyes to K and left.
Okay, here is where the story picks up. We were on our way home causally gossiping when we heard a gigantic crash. We turned our heads to the right and saw that a car had railed into the median that borders the T tracks on Comm. Ave. We ran over to the site to see a car in ruins. Like, completely fucked. We yelled at the man who had just emerged from his car to see if he was okay and if he needed us to call anyone. He responded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Could you call my boss?"
Okay, bud. We were inferring that we should obviously call 911 seeing as your car is totally fucked and your face is covered in blood, but what is his number? We dialed his boss just in time for him to tell us, "Never mind, don't call him." Dude, make up your mind.
The man was clearly intoxicated and I suggested that he turn his hazard lights on to avoid further catastrophe. I dove into the car to aid him in doing this when I discovered pill bottles littering the car. Granted I did not know if they were for Claritin D or Vicodin, but my imagination was obviously running wild. Apparently, his ghetto-ass car is not equipped with hazard lights and the car sat motionless on Comm. Ave blocking traffic.
Kel and I were talking to the man about what happened and he expressed his concern over the police coming because, "Ya know, I've been drinking and all. Okay," he said, "I'm drunk." Really? Duh, I was not born yesterday. Our only words of comfort were, "Well, at least you did not hit another person or car..."
A brief glimmer of hope flashed across his face when he said, "Well, maybe the cops won't come at all!" Without missing a beat, sirens wail throughout the crisp air and the glimmer of hope on his face vanished, only to be replaced by grim understanding. Yeah, buddy, your ass is getting a DUI. Sucks, but we told you.
Boston police, an ambulance, and two fire trucks (excessive? yes.) were on the scene in no time and Kel and I waited anxiously in the wings praying for an interview/witness testimony. I was cold and to expedite the process I asked the police officer if there was anything she needed from us--she said no. Damn.
Kel and I went our separate ways. Poor guy, he totaled his boss' car, got a DUI, and did not even have a cell phone. This should be a lesson to everyone: DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.
After working and working out today, I decided to see meet some of my friends at Roggies for happy hour. After calling to make sure that happy hour was in fact happening this Sunday (and getting confirmation) I made my way over to the bar with K. ANS met us there shortly after and we began ordering drinks. We sat and talked for a little over two hours when the bill finally came. Apparently I had been lied to because our bill did not indicate the happiness of our hours spent there with reduced prices, but rather was steep. Justifiably pissed, I told our waitress that I had called in to confirm happy hour and that there must be a mistake with our bill. She responded, "When we run low on beer we don't have happy hour."
Oh, I get it. You are a bar that is running low on beer! Wait, that makes no fucking sense. Anyway, I maintained my composure and graciously still left her a 20% tip (hey, I've been a waiter before too).
K and I said goodbye to ANS and went back to K's to drink wine, eat cheese, and watch the Oscars. Kate Winslet finally won the statue she deserves and the night was wrapping up. Our friends L and Kel were also with us. L had to leave before the end of the night to write a paper, but Kel and I stayed long enough to see Slumdog Millionaire win Best Picture. We said our goodbyes to K and left.
Okay, here is where the story picks up. We were on our way home causally gossiping when we heard a gigantic crash. We turned our heads to the right and saw that a car had railed into the median that borders the T tracks on Comm. Ave. We ran over to the site to see a car in ruins. Like, completely fucked. We yelled at the man who had just emerged from his car to see if he was okay and if he needed us to call anyone. He responded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Could you call my boss?"
Okay, bud. We were inferring that we should obviously call 911 seeing as your car is totally fucked and your face is covered in blood, but what is his number? We dialed his boss just in time for him to tell us, "Never mind, don't call him." Dude, make up your mind.
The man was clearly intoxicated and I suggested that he turn his hazard lights on to avoid further catastrophe. I dove into the car to aid him in doing this when I discovered pill bottles littering the car. Granted I did not know if they were for Claritin D or Vicodin, but my imagination was obviously running wild. Apparently, his ghetto-ass car is not equipped with hazard lights and the car sat motionless on Comm. Ave blocking traffic.
Kel and I were talking to the man about what happened and he expressed his concern over the police coming because, "Ya know, I've been drinking and all. Okay," he said, "I'm drunk." Really? Duh, I was not born yesterday. Our only words of comfort were, "Well, at least you did not hit another person or car..."
A brief glimmer of hope flashed across his face when he said, "Well, maybe the cops won't come at all!" Without missing a beat, sirens wail throughout the crisp air and the glimmer of hope on his face vanished, only to be replaced by grim understanding. Yeah, buddy, your ass is getting a DUI. Sucks, but we told you.
Boston police, an ambulance, and two fire trucks (excessive? yes.) were on the scene in no time and Kel and I waited anxiously in the wings praying for an interview/witness testimony. I was cold and to expedite the process I asked the police officer if there was anything she needed from us--she said no. Damn.
Kel and I went our separate ways. Poor guy, he totaled his boss' car, got a DUI, and did not even have a cell phone. This should be a lesson to everyone: DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Extra Time
Time to get this ball rolling. Although not swimming in a championship meet this year (my first year ever not swimming in a shave/taper meet), I cannot deny that having more time on my hands is nice. I am getting more sleep, being more sociable, and getting more work done! Holler! I even get to leave early for my spring break adventure to Istanbul, Turkey. The perks are nice, but I would still rather race--but for now I need to focus on the good.
This was an easy week for me academically. While I had a lot scheduled, I had nothing actually due. That being said, I decided to start my weekend early: on Tuesday. My social schedule for this week was as follows: Tuesday- Mary Ann's, Wednesday- Trivia, Thursday- A Tua Nua, Friday- the usual, Saturday, the usual. Like I said, I'm done swimming, so why not?
My Tuesday night class was canceled for an event so I called up my friends to go to Mary Ann's--Boston College's unofficial bar which is prone to outrageous behavior on Tuesday nights. I met up with a friend who I volunteer with, C, and a friend of hers. They came over to my house to enjoy a few drinks and watch American Idol before we went off the MAs (no, I do not watch American Idol, but it is always good to have on when you have people over because no one needs to pay attention to it and it brings up a topic of conversation when the social atmosphere begins to lag).
We got to MAs a bit early and grabbed some drinks and a place to sit. We gabbed pleasantly for a while, saying hello to people we knew that were coming into the bar. It was fun, but after a while it felt like we were mafing* (Mafing*- Ignoring social obligation at a party, usually by sketchily texting in a corner or by being anti-social in general) so we got up to mingle.
MAs was getting sloppy and crowded. I was excited when I saw my friend M surrounded by a bunch of mutual girlfriends. M was ecstatic about her new fake ID which worked like a charm and I was happy she was there, too. Unfortunately, I lost track of C so I jumped over to M's posse. Around 1:45 am we decided to call it a night and grab a slice of pizza. Of course, Boston being the city that always sleeps, everything was closed. We hailed a cab and ordered dumplings from New Hong Kong. We arrived at M's house and devoured the sinfully delicious Chinese food. We finished the night watching clips of the best show on TV--Summer Heights High--and I retired to my home. All in all, it was a fun and carefree evening.
Wednesdays are always busy for me. I exorcise, go to work, and go to class. Today I also had a networking event that I needed to go to. I was exhausted, but I knew that trivia would be a blast. My friends and I arrived at trivia and promptly began our domination. While I was useless at sports questions, my knowledge of pop-culture and the environment proved valuable and we ended up getting second. While I am sure the other team cheated, we still won a prize. Holler.
Thursday night was bound to be fun. I was going to a fun dance bar called A-Tua-Nua with two of my close friends, Arc and Kry. We all met up at Kry's house to have some drinks before our cab arrived at 10:30 pm. We got in the cab and I found $5! Obviously, this night was going my way. Suddenly, disaster struck as we arrived at ATN: the line was stretching around the block, it was snowing, and it was freezing. For some odd reason we decided to brave the cold, long line for the promise of a sweaty, hot dance floor.
God works in mysterious ways, and suddenly we spotted one of our senior friends outside the bar looking confused. He saw us and swiftly escorted us inside! Hooked-up. After buying him a drink, I rushed to the dance floor where I saw my friend, C. The night progressed like a drunken prom. It was so much fun and the dance floor was bumpin'. We left at bar close and swore to go back--so much fun.
After such a wild week I am thinking about a more low-key weekend. Last night I chilled with some good friends and I did a lot of work today--lame, but fun all the same. I have a busy week ahead of me and I need to finalize some things before I leave for Turkey.
This was an easy week for me academically. While I had a lot scheduled, I had nothing actually due. That being said, I decided to start my weekend early: on Tuesday. My social schedule for this week was as follows: Tuesday- Mary Ann's, Wednesday- Trivia, Thursday- A Tua Nua, Friday- the usual, Saturday, the usual. Like I said, I'm done swimming, so why not?
My Tuesday night class was canceled for an event so I called up my friends to go to Mary Ann's--Boston College's unofficial bar which is prone to outrageous behavior on Tuesday nights. I met up with a friend who I volunteer with, C, and a friend of hers. They came over to my house to enjoy a few drinks and watch American Idol before we went off the MAs (no, I do not watch American Idol, but it is always good to have on when you have people over because no one needs to pay attention to it and it brings up a topic of conversation when the social atmosphere begins to lag).
We got to MAs a bit early and grabbed some drinks and a place to sit. We gabbed pleasantly for a while, saying hello to people we knew that were coming into the bar. It was fun, but after a while it felt like we were mafing* (Mafing*- Ignoring social obligation at a party, usually by sketchily texting in a corner or by being anti-social in general) so we got up to mingle.
MAs was getting sloppy and crowded. I was excited when I saw my friend M surrounded by a bunch of mutual girlfriends. M was ecstatic about her new fake ID which worked like a charm and I was happy she was there, too. Unfortunately, I lost track of C so I jumped over to M's posse. Around 1:45 am we decided to call it a night and grab a slice of pizza. Of course, Boston being the city that always sleeps, everything was closed. We hailed a cab and ordered dumplings from New Hong Kong. We arrived at M's house and devoured the sinfully delicious Chinese food. We finished the night watching clips of the best show on TV--Summer Heights High--and I retired to my home. All in all, it was a fun and carefree evening.
Wednesdays are always busy for me. I exorcise, go to work, and go to class. Today I also had a networking event that I needed to go to. I was exhausted, but I knew that trivia would be a blast. My friends and I arrived at trivia and promptly began our domination. While I was useless at sports questions, my knowledge of pop-culture and the environment proved valuable and we ended up getting second. While I am sure the other team cheated, we still won a prize. Holler.
Thursday night was bound to be fun. I was going to a fun dance bar called A-Tua-Nua with two of my close friends, Arc and Kry. We all met up at Kry's house to have some drinks before our cab arrived at 10:30 pm. We got in the cab and I found $5! Obviously, this night was going my way. Suddenly, disaster struck as we arrived at ATN: the line was stretching around the block, it was snowing, and it was freezing. For some odd reason we decided to brave the cold, long line for the promise of a sweaty, hot dance floor.
God works in mysterious ways, and suddenly we spotted one of our senior friends outside the bar looking confused. He saw us and swiftly escorted us inside! Hooked-up. After buying him a drink, I rushed to the dance floor where I saw my friend, C. The night progressed like a drunken prom. It was so much fun and the dance floor was bumpin'. We left at bar close and swore to go back--so much fun.
After such a wild week I am thinking about a more low-key weekend. Last night I chilled with some good friends and I did a lot of work today--lame, but fun all the same. I have a busy week ahead of me and I need to finalize some things before I leave for Turkey.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
To Blog or Not To Blog?
I have been debating whether or not to create a blog for a while now, but I have finally come to my decision: I, too, shall blog. Recently, many of my close friends have traveled over-seas to study and work. With their departure from the United States came their assault on cyberspace in the form of blogs. These have sustained me while I have remained in Boston. Sitting in class reading about "Adventuras en Madrid," Middle Eastern Gyms, or Turkish Drama beats listening to some woman harp on and on about a single page in a tiny book any day. Who cares? Not me.
While I may be bound to the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave, I still think that my life merits a site on the web. Of course, my normally ridiculous stories will have to be toned down a bit to ensure I eventually get a job, but I will try to keep all of the details juicy, the drama fresh, and the attitude strong for everyone.
Keeping that promise in mind, I will be back later with a sizzling mishap and outrageous calamity that the world should know about (so they can learn and grow from it).
While I may be bound to the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave, I still think that my life merits a site on the web. Of course, my normally ridiculous stories will have to be toned down a bit to ensure I eventually get a job, but I will try to keep all of the details juicy, the drama fresh, and the attitude strong for everyone.
Keeping that promise in mind, I will be back later with a sizzling mishap and outrageous calamity that the world should know about (so they can learn and grow from it).
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