Emily

emilyleatrice @ 2009-12-16T18:27:00

2009-12-16T23:27:25Z

I failed to mention this in my previous post because I was too overwhelmed with Arctic Monkeys happiness, but I lost my little Coach wallet on Friday night somewhere between leaving the taxi and entering the train in Grand Central.

I tore my bag apart, upturning it at the NYPD marble counter and frantically checking my pockets -- but it was gone. My cell phone was essentially dead (I left a panicked voicemail to Melissa before it died completely) and I had no debit card, no photo ID., and no train ticket home. I was $1 short on affording a one-way ticket. I thought I was going to have a meltdown.

The glorious NYPD spoke with the train conductor and they let me go back to C-H without a ticket. I called the bank as soon as I got home, canceled my debit card, and researched how to get a replacement NYS license. Yesterday I spent about 45 minutes at the DMV filling out forms and waiting on lines (of course) to get my replacement, and it cost me $17.50! I was still upset my Coach wallet that Brian got me two years ago was gone forever, along with my freshly filled MetroCard, UA I.D., and everything else inside it.

Then, today, I hear the doorbell ring. FedEx left me a package, which I expected to be a gift I ordered online that was due to arrive any day. It felt far too light and small to be the gift, and I was really confused.

Yup, my wallet was in the envelope!

Donna from Port Washington included a note with how she found it in the taxi on Friday night, and she has tried to find my phone number to contact me, but couldn't. She APOLOGIZED for it "taking so long" to be returned. I was floored.

Usually when you lose your wallet anywhere, but especially in NYC, it's just assumed you'll never see it again, let alone have it FedExed back to your house four days later. It really blew me away... I didn't think people like that existed anymore. And if you know anything about me, it's that I have bad luck. So the fact that everything was returned in the condition Donna found it in (which is the way I had left it, even the 50 cents I had in the wallet) is really unbelievable.

I am sending her a card and a small amount of money as a "thank you." I'm also going to knit her a scarf and send it to her in a couple weeks when I finish it.

I am just so, so thankful.

Tomorrow I is Day 1 of attempting to bake Kevin's birthday cake. I think he reads this from time-to-time so I can't say what it is, but I'm praying it comes out okay. I'm not much of a baker and this is a pretty time-consuming and complicated recipe, and seeing as how I spent $50 on the ingredients... it'd better come out delicious!

Oh the boy's a slag...

2009-12-15T05:57:51Z

It was everything I hoped for and then some. I had a brilliant view of the stage, right at the edge of the balcony so no one was in front of me except THEM. It felt so unreal when they came out on stage -- I was literally shrieking.

I caught myself at times with my mouth agape, just staring at them. It was so exciting to see them in the flesh, and see the facial expressions and mannerisms I've seen a hundred times over on YouTube in person. I hope that everyone has a band that they adore as much as I do with Arctic Monkeys. A band that just gets you so excited and happy and awe-struck when you see them live, a band you can listen to thousands of times (as my Last.fm says) and not get sick of it, to always find a new lyric or meaning behind a song or catchy riff to have stuck in your head. I think what they mean to me is what everyone should feel towards a band... how terribly dramatic, but I totally mean it.

Their set list was killer, a fabulous mix of old sk00l tunes to a nice mix off of "Humbug." I really wish they had played "Dance Little Liar" and "Dangerous Animals," but they did "Red Right Hand" <3, "Still Take You Home" and "Pretty Visitors," and I honestly love all of their songs I could care less. On the second night I met this awesome 50-year-old woman who travels all over the east coast seeing them play. She recognized me from YouTube (!) and the videos I uploaded from The Last Shadow Puppets last October, which was pretty crazy. She told me she can see Alex doing this for the rest of his life, in one form or another; that he is, in a way, like Paul McCartney -- when he's 60 years old he'll still be coming out and performing. One can only hope.

OMG ALEX BB THE THINGS I WOULD DO 2 YEW AND YR HAIR!!!11`~

There are several videos uploaded to my YouTube account, but I will only invade your flist with this delightful one. Matt, whom I adore even more than before after seeing him play (he is an absolutely INCREDIBLE drummer, so on point), sang one of my favorite cheesy Christmas songs in the middle of "Flourescent Adolescent":

Next time they're in the States, I am road tripping it to Philly, D.C., Boston... wherever. They were just that good.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-12-10T00:00:00

2009-12-10T05:00:01Z

TIME IS COME.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-12-07T15:35:00

2009-12-07T20:35:16Z

Yup, it's this week!!!11`~

My first semester of graduate school is essentially over. I have my web design class at 4 p.m. and my filing cabinet class at 7 p.m. and that's it. I have an online exam and a take-home final, but I am just going to e-mail my answers to my professor. The next semester doesn't start until January 20, so I have a ridiculously long break.

Wednesday I am going to the local public library to talk to the director about a job/internship/any type of work. I have a family friend who is on the board of trustees and she ~*~pulled some strings~*~ so I'll be able to get some experience and networking in there, which is awesome. I sent in my application for The Met's summer program, and registered for this library conference over winter break, too. The conference is in Boston, so I'd have to road trip it up there. We have friends up there so I may crash with them. I'm not sure how relevant the conference is to academic libraries, but still, connections are connections, no?

I left my chapstick in my apartment. I'm sick and I'm drinking a caffeinated bevvie. Why do I do this to myself? I am just asking to suck out any type of moisture in my lips. And if you know anything about me, it's that my lips always have to be soft. They swim in Vaseline. This will be a long day for my poor mouf.

It was wonderful seeing Jess this weekend. We picked up right where we left off, it didn't feel like it had been months since we'd hung out. I saw her over the summer briefly at All-American, but that was about it. Even though it was soggy and miserable outside, we still had a great time. I found this hot little dress for New Year's, a standard black party dress and whatnot. I'm going shopping for stockings tomorrow because there is no way my chicken legs are going to freeze off.

I'm currently one of those obnoxious people who keep sniffling in a quiet area and blowing their nose until a waterfall of snot and embarrassing noises dribble out my nose into a nasty tissue. Whoops?

I miss Rebecca. I hope I can see her when she is in New York for .005 seconds around Christmastime.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-30T23:06:00

2009-12-01T04:06:09Z

Although one of my IST classes is absolutely killing my GPA, I have been rockin' it in all my other ones. I just got my grade back for a paper that was worth a quarter of my grade and I got 100% on it! I don't remember the last time I got a perfect score with an essay. SO PLEASED!!! I think I might be able to pull an A in that class, and hopefully A-s or B+s in the other two. As for the fourth class... well, a B- would be great, at best. That's what I get for enrolling late in classes, I guess.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-29T19:41:00

2009-11-30T00:41:11Z

You and me, we're going places...
Both literally and figuratively, I think! <3

Last "full week" (all two days of it) of classes this week. UA ends school next Monday for some reason, so I have class then, too. I'm procrastinating from working on my 10-page paper, of which I only have six done, which is due on Tuesday. After that all I really have to do is do a quick presentation on the NYS Museum, finish my web design project, and do a take-home exam for my filing cabinet class. I think the web design is going to be the most time-consuming, but also the most fun, which is schwing!

Arctic Monkeys is coming up NEXT WEEK!!! And Jess is coming to the city, all the way from Buffalo, this Saturday. Throw in an abundance of good times with all my friends and The Mop, his birthday (so excited to bake his birthday cake!), Christmas, and New Year's... December will be pretty awesome. Potential job at the local public library is in the works, too. Sending in my application for the summer internship at The Met this week as well -- I'm hoping Harvey and Irene's recommendations will be the breaking factor for me.

I saw Brand New and other trendy Long Island bands last night. I felt like I was back in high school... lots of young, rich white people standing around in expensive clothing with negative body language and scowls on their faces. Sunglasses over the eyes and hoods up over the heads, more Urban Outfitter outfits than one could ever need and the constant feeling of being judged was all abundant. The music was good, not so much stuff I would listen to on a day-to-day basis, but Thrice, Glassjaw and Brand New all sounded great live. The crowd was really rough, though, especially towards the end of Brand New's set. Sometimes I think the dude bros forget there are tiny girls in the crowd who can't handle being crushed between sweaty men very well (interpret that poorly-worded sentence as you will). I was miserable by the end of it because I got kicked in the head, knocked down on the ground and punched in the side of the head... all during the last song! Thankfully KF was more or less my protective shell when he wasn't groping girls who conveniently rubbed up against him, but I'm pretty sure I've got some bruises left over from it all. Good prep for Arctic Monkeys, though. Their shows are apparently cuh-ray-zay.

Enough rambling. Must get back to writing about management in knowledge organizations for SBUX 101.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-24T23:25:00

2009-11-25T04:25:06Z

I realized my New Year's resolution one month early.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-22T22:14:00

2009-11-23T03:14:47Z

One look and I'm done
One glance from your eyes
And I'm captivated
The taste of your skin
The warmth of your hungry lips has me so taken
And I love the way you make me dance from miles away
When I'm with you I am so sedated
I'm captivated by you

It's remarkable how spending time with one person can really renew you.

I'm so in love. Help!!! Actually, no, don't. I never thought one person could make me this content.

Sorry, flist.

2009-11-16T05:03:12Z

I meant to post some pictures that Jahnissi uploaded from when I saw Maroon 5 last week! They did an amazing show, here's the set list:

Harder To Breathe <333
If I Never See Your Face Again
Makes Me Wonder
Won't Go Home Without You
The Sun
Wake Up Call
If I Ain't Got You (Alicia Keys)
Secret / Another Brick In The Wall
She Will Be Loved
Sunday Morning
This Love
Sweetest Goodbye

And here are some piccies

They sounded great live, and Adam Levine is as sexy in person as he is in their music videos... although he was very personable and not all Blue Steel-y as he looks in pictures.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-15T01:07:00

2009-11-15T06:07:11Z

Also, I will be spending New Year's in NYC at Webster Hall. This will be the first NYE in almost my entire life where I won't spend it being the DD and taking care of my drunk father until 3 a.m. Last year was fun, when Ariel and I had hot chocolate and watched the Jonas Brothers on ABC... but this year will top it all.

And I'll finally have someone to kiss at midnight!

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-15T00:58:00

2009-11-15T05:58:28Z

I'm not quite sure how, but I think I'm learning what true love may be. As an adult, not as a puppy-loved teenager. That's not to say I haven't loved before, because undoubtedly I have. Just not like this. It frightening, exhausting, exciting, rewarding. It feels so real and I think we are both a little scared about it (he maybe more than I).

Last night we stayed in for most of the evening and I knitted while I watched him play video games. I normally HATE watching people play video games (I mean honestly, who actually likes it?). But it was cool; he just yelled at the TV ("C'mon, maaan!") while I yelled at my needles when I dropped stitches. We were lazy and lethargic and although it felt terribly sloth-like, to be able to do that with someone for literally hours, and not get fed up... well, I think that is something pretty damn spectacular.

I really value the fact that we can go from being lazy bums to having an engaging conversation over tea and ice cream at midnight. And that we can drive to the movies in the pouring rain listening to Owl City and it not be weird. And I can drive to the wrong theater (because I'm inept) and he doesn't flip out. I think we calm each other down, in a way.

I think, after all this pointless rambling, is that it seems too good to be true because I feel such genuine happiness, and it's all so effortless. I know I said that several months back when I was rambling during my comparative lit class on the same person at the infancy of our relationship, but the same feelings are filling me up inside now. This sounds so stupid, but I literally feel I'm bursting with happiness.

Don't laugh. :-x

Time together isn't ever quite enough
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-05T23:23:00

2009-11-06T04:31:52Z

TICKET 1 OF 2: ARRIVED.

TICKET 2 OF 2: SHIPPED.

THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!!!

Also, congrats to the Yankees on winning the World Series. Although I partially rolled my eyes when they won solely because they have won way too many titles and it is kind of unfair to all the other teams (the team in second place with World Series titles is the Cardinals... with nine), I was raised in my early years here by Pop-Pop to be faithful to the Bombers, and that I shall remain. Any sports team is more or less a business, anyway. If we have the best team because Steinbrenner can pay them exorbitant amounts of money, then so be it, I guess.

I went with Kevin to Modell's at 1:30 a.m. last night so he could spend $25 on an "official" Yankee cotton tee shirt. It was open all night and the line wrapped around the entire store, it was pretty cool, though I was definitely at zombie status under all those fluorescent lights.

Either way, my Arctic Monkeys tickets are here. So nothing else really matters anymore. :D

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-01T23:26:00

2009-11-02T04:49:23Z

Okay, so Kevin and I went into the city for Halloween. We were anticipating a few people to come out with us, but everybody flaked. Either way, we were shooting for a good time.

Most Halloweens for me have been a disappointment. Last year was really fun, when I went to a house party with Ariel, Shikha and her friends. It was last minute and my costume wasn't the best (although Ariel and I matched, which was cute), but it was fun... though it was a year ago to date that the drama unfolded and I was an emo mess regarding that douche. Other Halloweens at Hofstra with Brian were good, but I remember arguing with him over something or having a bad hangover or just not having as much fun as I was expecting.

I either didn't get my hopes up for this year, or Manhattan knows how to celebrate Halloween. I think it's the latter.

Kevin and I walked around Greenwich Village, which was PACKED. Some of the roads were closed to cars and we were still squished in like sardines, especially when it began to rain. I feel like most of the times I've gone into the city with him we've been soggy, but I didn't really care. Kevin was comfortable in PJ pants an a wife beater underneath his prison jumpsuit, but I was left to be frigid in my bumblebee costume, fishnet thigh highs and impossibly uncomfortable high heels. I wore Spandex shorts underneath (yes, I was one of those girls), so it got a little chilly.

I walked around barefoot for most of the evening... somehow I don't have glass stuck in my foot, nor do I have a weird itchy fungus growing... which you wouldn't expect considering I was walking barefoot on Manhattan streets and in Webster Hall. Still, I'm not complaining.

Webster Hall itself was insane. Four floors, all dance parties. Acrobats, Michael Jackson impersonator performances, an Alice In Wonderland-themed bar, and absolutely insane costumes. My favorites were this giant Frankenstein and a hookah.

Here are a couple videos:

You can see me in the second one being all confused by how the costume worked. :D

The Michael Jackson performance was done by an impersonator who was endorsed (apparently) by MJ himself: Joby Rogers. The performances were legit -- moonwalking, costumes, even physically, this guy looked like MJ from the early '90s.

And here's a video of one of the two acrobatic performances I saw... totally insane

The rest of the evening was spent being in pain from my stupid shoes, taking an illegitimate taxi to Penn, waiting for a train for an hour in Penn with lots of other Halloween celebrators (although I was not drunk like them), joking around with the NYPD about Kevin's costume, falling asleep on the train, and showering at 6 a.m.

All I can say is last night was the night I was most thankful to sleep in a queen-sized memory foam bed.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-11-01T16:43:00

2009-11-01T21:54:42Z

Dude. Halloween was ridiculous. Details and hopefully videos to come.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-10-27T15:07:00

2009-10-27T19:12:44Z

Not only am I FINALLY seeing them December 11...
but they just added a second show the day before!!!

TWO NIGHTS OF ARCTIC MONKEYS IN A ROW?
I MAY DIE OF COMPLETELY FANGIRLY HAPPINESS.

Crafty kitten

2009-10-10T19:32:02Z

So since no one will hire me for a job and I have class two days a week, I have been left to amuse myself in one way or another. I've decided to take up knitting once again... I've been able to knit quadrilaterals for some time, but yesterday I finished my first hat. I made Kevin a matching hat and scarf set, and they both look quite good, I think!

I probably could have put a gray stripe around the hat, but I was low on gray yarn and I figured if I put it in the bobble that would be enough. My first attempt at a hat (done on round knitting needles) looked more like an oversized yarmulke, but this one (done on straight knitting needles) came out much better, even though I had to sew it together.

I really want to try mittens next, but I need to get more tools for that, like stitch markers and other nonsense. We'll see how those turn out. :]

emilyleatrice @ 2009-09-19T15:45:00

2009-09-19T19:47:19Z

Oh this loneliness is killing me
It's filling me with anger and resentment
I'm turning into someone that I never thought I'd have to be again

Said it before, say it again: Streetlight effin' rules. This album is six years old -- how frightening is that? -- and I can still find lyrics to relate to. I stand by my belief that Tomas Kalnoky is one of the best lyricists I know of to date. Besides Alex bb, of course.

Raymond Carver

2009-09-12T20:20:44Z

Okay, I know I'm not one to really write proper blogs here, more or less just random ramblings about my day-to-day life, but these past few weeks I've rediscovered a writer whom I feel needs to be written about.

Back in the fall semester of my sophomore year, I took my first English class, EGL 204. It was your typical general English class: rhyme schemes, imagery, metaphors, reading poetry, plays, novels, and short stories. My professor was this fabulous graduate student named Jason Beardsley, who I secretly adored. He wore corduroy pants and half-zip fleeces, green socks with moose embroidered on them and spoke with the voice of a surfer dude from California (which he was, he went to CalPoly) but the intelligence of a well-educated bookworm (which he also was). The class met at 11:45 three times a week, and often his hair was as disheveled as mine (that was my earliest class that semester). What I enjoyed about the class was not its small size or relatively fulfilling discussions, but rather the content he selected -- he covered a broad range of writing periods, as well as different mediums.

We had this horrible heavy anthology of literature (talk about a vague title) with impossibly thin pages that would have the fluorescent ink bleed through whenever I tried to highlight something. One day the assignment was to read "Cathedral," a short story by some guy I'd never heard of.

At the time I lived with Annie, who was often out for the entire day and spent the entire night studying Organic Chemistry. We were both in our zones of reading, and from the first few words, Raymond Carver's writing captured me. His writing is so simplistic, not just with his vocabulary, but the way the characters speak make you feel you're listening in on a conversation of a regular blue-collar worker, instead of a conversation of a regular blue-collar worker seen through the eyes of a writer. I can't pinpoint what it was about this story, which is his most well known, but it drew me in to short stories and their ability to move the reader in a fraction of the pages of full-length novels.

If you know little about great American writers, or American short stories, may I suggest you read "Cathedral" by Raymond Carver. Click here to read the short story online, though let's be real: nothing compares to reading a story straight from a book. I've been casually (very casually) reading his anthology of short stories, Where I'm Calling From, for the majority of this calendar year. It chronicles his writing from his early stages as a writer to his early death in 1988. It has something quite numerous, like 30 stories, but each carries his simplistic style, though some are not as satisfying as the one about the grumpy husband whose wife's friend comes for an unexpected visit.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-09-12T12:48:00

2009-09-12T16:54:37Z

New Mika album is FTW. I also finally got around to listening to "The Satanic Satanist," which sounds pretty much the same as other Portugal. The Man albums, but I got the deluxe edition so it has the entire album in acoustic, too, which is unusual for them. Overall they both sound great.

Speaking of albums and bands, I was wasting time on Facebook and ended up on the page of this guy who lived in my dorm freshman year for one semester and then transferred, never to be seen again. One of his fan pages was "Moving Mountains," and it made me realize how popular that band is becoming. I already Tweeted about this, but it really does weird me out that Greg Dunn is touring across the country and playing with Say Anything and Straylight Run. I remember when he played trombone in NNC and he was the only one (besides Brian, obviously) who would really talk to me outside of the shows. We had study hall together with Megan and we would doodle and get Bails really mad. Considering they are unsigned, they are still quite successful. I guess you can say the same for Making April, but I didn't talk to any of them during high school.

I need to get a job. Or some source of income.

emilyleatrice @ 2009-09-09T19:25:00

2009-09-09T23:34:27Z

Last night I was at Body English with Kevin and John, where we met up with their friend Lee, a mid-life crisis Asian doctor who had a 20-year-old Russian stripper on his arm. (I can't make this stuff up.) Lee and his lady friend went out to the dance floor and Kevin and I went to go find John outside, when we told him we were heading out and we had to say goodbye to Lee, John said something like, "Dude, I know she's a stripper but her face is naaa-sty," (as boys do). Then Kevin said, "Yeah, well, we can't all be as lucky as me."

:)

Anyway, last night I went to this amazing fro yo place called Yogurberry, there are a few chains in Manhattan and Brooklyn, but the one I went to in Bethpage is the first franchise on Long Island. It is DELICIOUS! I had pomegranate nonfat frozen yogurt, and somehow it only has 4g of sugar. I don't know how they do it because it is seriously tasty, but I wish there were more of them. It gives 16 Handles a run for its money.

Tomorrow I'm heading out east to Stony Brook/Port Jeff. I'm hoping to hit up Peking Kitchen, the Se-Port Deli (only for its iced tea), as well as the Steam Room for some yummy fish. And to see Bradley, Ariel, and whoever else wants to join!

emilyleatrice @ 2009-08-22T20:37:00

2009-08-23T00:39:48Z

Sorry I haven't updated in two months.
Been busy working at a summer camp, having the time of my life while being absolutely exhausted at the same time.
:]

This kid...

2009-06-21T14:54:34Z

"Most people go through life in a walking daze. They spend the majority of their lives living in reaction. This is a generalization, and not everyone is like this. But most of the people you see day to day, are living in reaction and not their own reality.

What makes you unique is that you do live in your own reality. You will ride inside the trolley because it is cool to do that in your own reality. You don't seek validation in your daily actions and you don't live in reaction.

Many women demonstrate situational confidence. They can go out as long as their hair and makeup are done. However, I happen to be quite perceptive to these type of women, and find them to be completely transparent. It's rare to find a woman who demonstrates core confidence, in which she lives in her own reality, does not seek validation of others, understands her identity and what she wants out of life, and tends to be more reliable in situations in which a man feels safe trusting her expressed emotions. Read that last line again, because it's important. A woman has core confidence, who understands her identity and desires in life can be more trusted, by me, than a woman who is living in reaction.

Beyond aligning oneself with a person of value, there are times when an emotional connection is formed. My emotional connection with you exists because after analyzing you as a person, and the way you live in reality and not in reaction, not going through life in a walking daze, I like what I see and feel great when I'm around you.

Remember, being, not doing. Living in reality, not reaction. To be my own person and have you be your own person, while connecting to you at the same time, is a valuable and truthful connection that is very special to me."

His insight and ability to express himself never ceases to impress me. I find what he wrote to be way more valuable and meaningful than a sappy love note (as nice as those can be sometimes). I'm going to miss him much more than I anticipated while I'm away at camp. For the first time in many, many months... I feel loneliness. Sad in a way, but I guess that shows that I really care about him, no? It sucks that our relationship will be gradually changing and seeing each other will become less frequent in the coming months.

Just when I start to really adore, care for, love someone... it gets pulled away. But, in the wise words of James Morrison, "If love was easy it wouldn't mean nothing." (Technically that's a double negative, but still. You catch my drift.)

I tried Tweeting this before but it is > 140 characters

2009-06-05T22:36:48Z

"I don't have to ask, 'Is this drywall?' because I know it's real just by feeling it. That was a terrible analogy, but you what I'm saying, don't you?"

emilyleatrice @ 2009-05-30T23:47:00

2009-05-31T04:13:37Z

I've been M.I.A. for a short while. I'm going to make up for my lack of updates by putting in a lot of pictures and links, I guess.

What've I been up to, you ~~don't~~ ask?

Well...

I graduated college!

That's me in my ugly cap and gown with Harvey and Irene <3

My dad came to visit,

I beat Kevin at mini-golf,

and I've been investing in this laptop:

Last week I went into the city three times. Monday I went in to spend the day with my dad, step-mom and step-sister. It wasn't too bad, it was a beautiful day so it was really nice to walk around Central Park. We went to this overpriced bakery on 78th Street called the Levain Bakery, where Lorraine bought me a cookie for $4. Granted, it was enormous, but I don't think many cookies are worth $4. I went to dinner with dad and Melissa at Ollie's and then drove home in Melissa's convertible with the top down -- overall a good day.

Wednesday I went in to see mah biffle (bradhousen) for his 18th birthday! It seemed that everyone else flaked at the last minute, but Kevin decided to come in (after missing his train, of course). We went to Pommes Frites and got some delicious Belgian fries. We ate outside because the place is so dinky that Kevin wouldn't have fit in the seats because it is that cramped and he is too lanky. Kevin started wandering around the area aimlessly, as he does, and returned two minutes later with Rebecca! Once she found us we went to 16 Handles for some yummy fro yo. We went to Strand Bookstore, where I got another Nick Hornby book which I'll get around to reading eventually.

After Strand we sat in Union Square Park for a bit, and amazingly anchor_star got out of jury duty EARLY so she met up with us there. We were enjoying the weather for a bit, and then Kevin's friend Nick (whom I've met a handful of times before) found us, too. It was really nice to see him, and we all walked around the farmer's market. It was definitely a weird mix of people, but it didn't seem too awkward... at least I hope not. Bradley and I left everyone around 5 p.m. and went to The Prime Burger for dinner with Melissa, and then Melissa and I went to see KEANE AT RADIO CITY!!!

We literally had front-row seats. Except for the VIP section in the orchestra section. But still.

They played a great show, and helped me re-discover the brilliance of both "Under The Iron Sea" and "Hopes And Fears." They sounded great and even did an awesome cover of "Under Pressure," so overall it was fab. After that I took the LIRR out to Hicksville and stayed there until Friday and had a most amazing amazing time, as usual. Friday evening was back in the city and found a Speedo tankini for camp for $23, which was mildly productive.

I guess I've been busier than I thought. Tomorrow I'm hanging out with Melissa in Yonkers, Monday/Tuesday I'll probably try to finish unpacking all the crap in the basement, and Wednesday Kevin's coming to visit! I'm redonkulously excited, though he has beat Bradley and Jinni (but they're coming in a couple weeks!). We're going back to East Meadow Wednesday night and Thursday I'm pretty sure we're going to a Yankee game. We talked last week about how neither one of us have been to a baseball game in years, and thankfully he'd rather go to a Yankee game than a Mets game, even though he's from Long Island. Should be good times.

Summer has been awesome so far. :]

Ernest Hemingway - "A Farewell To Arms"

2009-05-18T19:07:58Z

"I don't love much."

"Yes," he said. "You do. What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve."

"I don't love."

"You will. I know you will. Then you will be happy."

"I'm happy. I've always been happy."

"It is another thing. You cannot know about it unless you have it."

"Well," I said. "If ever get it I will tell you."