See - we're not all bad..
Is it fair to say that the hedge fund industry, as it basked in phenomenal riches the past few years, has become an active participant in philanthropy? There is no shortage of events for charity these days, and even the best-known hedge fund event--the annual Ira W. Sohn conference--benefits children's cancer research. The Financial Times offers a good story on how the industry has mobilized on behalf of Darfur recently. One event in Manhattan last month apparently raised $300,000, which was used to send food and medical supplies to the area.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Costa Rica
Here is my long over due Costa Rica post :
I went to Costa Rica a fews back. I went with B, a coworker, and No- we did not sleep together like everyone and their mother thought we were going to.
Honestly the idea did not really come up - is that strange? I think my subconscious knew that if I obsessed and fretted about all the possible romantic situations, I would not have been able to really enjoy my vacation so I put it out of my mind and just indulged in everything else.
We were only gone Friday to Wednesday but it felt like weeks longer. We would get up at 9 in the morning every day which made the days seem endless. Endless but not tiring. It was so nice to just get away from everything - to get away from work, and the city, and my friends ( no offense), and to turn off my brain and enjoy things using my senses as opposed to my head.
Our first day we took a 4 hour luxury car ride from the capital, San Jose, to a small town called Arenal. Arenal is centered around the most active volcano in Costa Rico (one of the most active volcanoes in the world). We had a hotel on the foot of the volcano with floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the flowing magma at night.
In the evening we decided to take a hike up the base of the volcano and as we crawled up the charred rocks it started to rain. Now rain in Costa Rica is unlike anything you've ever seen because it rains forever, sheets and sheets of water. I had told B that he was a pussy for putting on his poncho so he took it off before it started pouring and was a little disgruntled because we ended up having to walk miles in clothes that were absolutely soaked and soggy.
This was immediately followed by Hot Springs. It was dark by then so we sat in the pool- water heated upwards of 50-70 degrees depending on which one you sat in- drinking tropical drinks while the rain kept on a-falling. This was probably the first moment when I truly felt that "vacation" feeling. Like whoa- I am not Kansas anymore! I am not in NY-fucking - City anymore! Hip-hip hooray!!
Next day we took a 5 hour long horse back riding trip from Arenal to Monteverde. Now this was my first time on a horse so...The website had advertised that it was "ok" for beginners and that the experienced travel guides would be there to help. The experienced travel guides turned out to be 2 twelve year old boys who couldn't speak a word of English and "ok" turned out to be a ridiculously grueling uphill journey into the mountains of Costa Rica, trotting down narrow paths above miles and miles of cliffs and jagged rocks. Did I mention that it rained the whole time? Like hard rain? Like your poncho and water boots no longer really serve their original purpose of protecting you because I've been on this goddamn horse for 5 hours type of thing. Like my ass hurt for days afterwards. Did I mention that this was fucking awesome?!!
As a present to ourselves we then spent the evening smoking Cuban cigars, drinking wine, and bonding over the trials and tribulations of our past relationships :)
I really pressured B into coming zip lining. I thought it would be really cool. My impression of zip lining was Tree A about 100 meters away from Tree B, with a steel rode in middle that you swing back and forth from, like back in the days of summer camp. Apparently what ziplining really means is flying OVER the rain forest of Monteverde on 9 cable systems, the longest 770 meters long (2,525 feet), and 130 meters high (426 feet) with a total stretch of 1.9 miles of cables about 3,000 ft through primary forest.
"But Wendy", you may ask. "Aren't you deathly afraid of heights." To which I may reply, "You bet your fucking ass I am."
I only seemed to figure out this part as I got to the top of this huge suspension bridge and they told me "let go". So hyperventilation ensues... but I did it!! so that was fucking awesome. Oh. and It rained.
Last day ended up in a small surfer beach town of Jaco. We wanted a relaxing day so we took a long walk on the beach. We walked mainly in silence, which I enjoyed, because I realized I could actually walk in silence with this person and not feel the urge to constantly talk so as to fill up any potential awkward pauses. Looking back it was a very romantic walk with the waves crashing onto the beach and the huge rocks off of the coast... And the rain. Always the rain. But nice rain. Almost like a lets ravish each other on this beautiful beach kind of rain. Almost. But not quite.
Another attraction was going to a bar in Jaco that ended up being a prostitute hole where B attempted to find us some sweet unsuspecting Costa Rican hooker to have an orgy with. He used his amazing sales skills and his broken Spanish to get it down to $50. Nice job - right?
SO yeah- All in all a great trip. But that was 3 weeks ago and now I am stressed again and am in desperate need of another vacation. Any ideas??
Oh and I am at work right now. 7 pm on a Saturday night. Again.
I went to Costa Rica a fews back. I went with B, a coworker, and No- we did not sleep together like everyone and their mother thought we were going to.
Honestly the idea did not really come up - is that strange? I think my subconscious knew that if I obsessed and fretted about all the possible romantic situations, I would not have been able to really enjoy my vacation so I put it out of my mind and just indulged in everything else.
We were only gone Friday to Wednesday but it felt like weeks longer. We would get up at 9 in the morning every day which made the days seem endless. Endless but not tiring. It was so nice to just get away from everything - to get away from work, and the city, and my friends ( no offense), and to turn off my brain and enjoy things using my senses as opposed to my head.
Our first day we took a 4 hour luxury car ride from the capital, San Jose, to a small town called Arenal. Arenal is centered around the most active volcano in Costa Rico (one of the most active volcanoes in the world). We had a hotel on the foot of the volcano with floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the flowing magma at night.
In the evening we decided to take a hike up the base of the volcano and as we crawled up the charred rocks it started to rain. Now rain in Costa Rica is unlike anything you've ever seen because it rains forever, sheets and sheets of water. I had told B that he was a pussy for putting on his poncho so he took it off before it started pouring and was a little disgruntled because we ended up having to walk miles in clothes that were absolutely soaked and soggy.
This was immediately followed by Hot Springs. It was dark by then so we sat in the pool- water heated upwards of 50-70 degrees depending on which one you sat in- drinking tropical drinks while the rain kept on a-falling. This was probably the first moment when I truly felt that "vacation" feeling. Like whoa- I am not Kansas anymore! I am not in NY-fucking - City anymore! Hip-hip hooray!!
Next day we took a 5 hour long horse back riding trip from Arenal to Monteverde. Now this was my first time on a horse so...The website had advertised that it was "ok" for beginners and that the experienced travel guides would be there to help. The experienced travel guides turned out to be 2 twelve year old boys who couldn't speak a word of English and "ok" turned out to be a ridiculously grueling uphill journey into the mountains of Costa Rica, trotting down narrow paths above miles and miles of cliffs and jagged rocks. Did I mention that it rained the whole time? Like hard rain? Like your poncho and water boots no longer really serve their original purpose of protecting you because I've been on this goddamn horse for 5 hours type of thing. Like my ass hurt for days afterwards. Did I mention that this was fucking awesome?!!
As a present to ourselves we then spent the evening smoking Cuban cigars, drinking wine, and bonding over the trials and tribulations of our past relationships :)
I really pressured B into coming zip lining. I thought it would be really cool. My impression of zip lining was Tree A about 100 meters away from Tree B, with a steel rode in middle that you swing back and forth from, like back in the days of summer camp. Apparently what ziplining really means is flying OVER the rain forest of Monteverde on 9 cable systems, the longest 770 meters long (2,525 feet), and 130 meters high (426 feet) with a total stretch of 1.9 miles of cables about 3,000 ft through primary forest.
"But Wendy", you may ask. "Aren't you deathly afraid of heights." To which I may reply, "You bet your fucking ass I am."
I only seemed to figure out this part as I got to the top of this huge suspension bridge and they told me "let go". So hyperventilation ensues... but I did it!! so that was fucking awesome. Oh. and It rained.
Last day ended up in a small surfer beach town of Jaco. We wanted a relaxing day so we took a long walk on the beach. We walked mainly in silence, which I enjoyed, because I realized I could actually walk in silence with this person and not feel the urge to constantly talk so as to fill up any potential awkward pauses. Looking back it was a very romantic walk with the waves crashing onto the beach and the huge rocks off of the coast... And the rain. Always the rain. But nice rain. Almost like a lets ravish each other on this beautiful beach kind of rain. Almost. But not quite.
Another attraction was going to a bar in Jaco that ended up being a prostitute hole where B attempted to find us some sweet unsuspecting Costa Rican hooker to have an orgy with. He used his amazing sales skills and his broken Spanish to get it down to $50. Nice job - right?
SO yeah- All in all a great trip. But that was 3 weeks ago and now I am stressed again and am in desperate need of another vacation. Any ideas??
Oh and I am at work right now. 7 pm on a Saturday night. Again.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Nearing the End
Only three days left until I return to New York... I am very glad that I am ending the trip early, although I am having a really fun time. But I miss New York, and you girls, and traveling constantly is quite wearying. I think I would be very upset if I knew I had another month of this ahead of me.
So much to update. By now, you've all heard about my cat. I am really sad, but mostly what I feel is anger and a weird sort of indifference. I suppose it's a defense mechanism kicking in - it hurts too much to think about her being dead, and so my mind doesn't really let me think about it at all. There is not much else to say about that. I am trying really hard to not get too angry, and recognize my own responsibility in who I decided to keep her with.
Today, as you'll note on facebook, we hit a deer while driving late at night down a highway. I was driving 85 mph (well within the flow of traffic, thank you) when I noticed a dead deer carcass in the road ahead of me. I tried to maneuver the car so that the wheel wouldn't hit the body - there was a truck in the lane next to me, so I couldn't move over. However, our wheel did hit the body, and spun the car out of control. We almost crashed into the truck next to us, but instead we drove off the road into the grassy median. I turned so quickly and was driving so fast that we spun 180 degrees and almost flew into the oncoming traffic on the other side of the median. Fortunately, we stayed on the grass, out of traffic, and didn't flip over. Miraculously, neither we nor the car were hurt. I was considerably freaked out, as you can imagine. I've never come to close to actually dying before, and this was really close. I think I am still a little in shock.
Also, much earlier in our trip, on our way into (Toronto) Canada, we got stopped by the border control and interrogated for an hour and a half because of a megaphone and a grappling hook. I will explain this later, when I am not so tired. I think the shock from the crash earlier is wearing off and now I just want to go to sleep.
So much to update. By now, you've all heard about my cat. I am really sad, but mostly what I feel is anger and a weird sort of indifference. I suppose it's a defense mechanism kicking in - it hurts too much to think about her being dead, and so my mind doesn't really let me think about it at all. There is not much else to say about that. I am trying really hard to not get too angry, and recognize my own responsibility in who I decided to keep her with.
Today, as you'll note on facebook, we hit a deer while driving late at night down a highway. I was driving 85 mph (well within the flow of traffic, thank you) when I noticed a dead deer carcass in the road ahead of me. I tried to maneuver the car so that the wheel wouldn't hit the body - there was a truck in the lane next to me, so I couldn't move over. However, our wheel did hit the body, and spun the car out of control. We almost crashed into the truck next to us, but instead we drove off the road into the grassy median. I turned so quickly and was driving so fast that we spun 180 degrees and almost flew into the oncoming traffic on the other side of the median. Fortunately, we stayed on the grass, out of traffic, and didn't flip over. Miraculously, neither we nor the car were hurt. I was considerably freaked out, as you can imagine. I've never come to close to actually dying before, and this was really close. I think I am still a little in shock.
Also, much earlier in our trip, on our way into (Toronto) Canada, we got stopped by the border control and interrogated for an hour and a half because of a megaphone and a grappling hook. I will explain this later, when I am not so tired. I think the shock from the crash earlier is wearing off and now I just want to go to sleep.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Things I don't like
I hate when people make comments that they think are compliments but actually come out as an insult.
I was out at a bar on Friday with a couple friends and the conversation naturally turned to love, sex, etc and in the middle of my friend's drunken tirade on what he wants out of a woman he says something like "She has to be like Wendy - she's has to be able to read and be passionate - Now of course I would never sleep with you Wendy - (he winks)..we're just reading buddies". Awesome. Thanks. Was that necessary.
How bout you go fuck yourself. Now this is coming from a certain someone who I have turned down on more than one occasion and after our vacation to a certain Latin American country it became a very certain fact that we could never be anything but great friends.
Whats the point of inserting these tiny little tidbits into conversation - especially when its around a group of other people. Is that weird that it makes me feel rejected despite the fact that I have no desire to sleep with this person?
-As an FYI- I am at work. Again. Blasting music off of Pandora. Dire Straits kick ass.
I just got this text from my boss
Boss : O told me she likes your music --- (one of our CEO's was in the office)
Me : haha, really?
Boss : No. She said it sucked and that is why she left.
I was out at a bar on Friday with a couple friends and the conversation naturally turned to love, sex, etc and in the middle of my friend's drunken tirade on what he wants out of a woman he says something like "She has to be like Wendy - she's has to be able to read and be passionate - Now of course I would never sleep with you Wendy - (he winks)..we're just reading buddies". Awesome. Thanks. Was that necessary.
How bout you go fuck yourself. Now this is coming from a certain someone who I have turned down on more than one occasion and after our vacation to a certain Latin American country it became a very certain fact that we could never be anything but great friends.
Whats the point of inserting these tiny little tidbits into conversation - especially when its around a group of other people. Is that weird that it makes me feel rejected despite the fact that I have no desire to sleep with this person?
-As an FYI- I am at work. Again. Blasting music off of Pandora. Dire Straits kick ass.
I just got this text from my boss
Boss : O told me she likes your music --- (one of our CEO's was in the office)
Me : haha, really?
Boss : No. She said it sucked and that is why she left.
Friday, June 20, 2008
You learn something new everyday
Boss: What's this dash for in this letter you drafted.
Me: Well, without it, the previous sentence is actually a fragment.
Boss: This is wrong.
Me: Why?!!
Boss: Because no self-respecting lawyer uses dashes.
I think a part of my soul just died.
Me: Well, without it, the previous sentence is actually a fragment.
Boss: This is wrong.
Me: Why?!!
Boss: Because no self-respecting lawyer uses dashes.
I think a part of my soul just died.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Upcoming: the Drama
Sooo.... R gave me a digital camera for my birthday.
Right?! Isn't that a ridiculous present to give your ex-girlfriend/lover? Well, not only did he give me the camera, but he came by to drop it off while P was over, and naked, in my bedroom. I managed to keep R out of the room, but it was painfully awkward and kind of sad. What does one do in that situation? I knew he was coming over, but I did not know he was going to deliver a camera!
Well, P started taking pictures right away, which was also slightly awkward but they were cute pictures and I'm in the throes of love so what the hell, right? Except he takes some... artistic shots. Of me naked. Which also - I'm not planning on letting R see the sim card, so should be no problem.
Except he does see the sim card, and the naked picture in particular. And is now furious at me. He was really rude at first, but now has settled for passive coldness. He's really hurt - he told me that seeing that picture was as if I had sent him a thank-you card smeared with shit. Ouch.
Now - I completely understand his perspective. I would be immovable hurt and pissed if the roles were reversed. However, the devil's advocate in me says that technically, I am his ex, and if he want to get his ex-gf extravagant gifts, he should be willing to deal with what she might do with them.
Mostly, though, I feel really bad about the situation. However - and this is mostly a separate issue - he went on to accuse me of being inconsiderate and cold to him in general over the past few weeks. To which my response is: duh. Even before P, I was trying to move away from him emotionally and, well, get over him. So on the one hand this accusation is true, on the other hand, it's not a bad thing and I'm not sorry for it.
But now I don't know how to address that without bringing up the picture thing, which obviously I only have a really shitty excuse for (um... sorry i'm such a bitch?). So I am confused, and worried that he will stay bitter at me forever. It's not that I'm worried about losing the friendship (I didn't really want one anyway), but I just really don't want to hurt him or have him upset.
Any advice or words of comfort? Please don't chastise me for the picture. There's enough of that as it is.
Right?! Isn't that a ridiculous present to give your ex-girlfriend/lover? Well, not only did he give me the camera, but he came by to drop it off while P was over, and naked, in my bedroom. I managed to keep R out of the room, but it was painfully awkward and kind of sad. What does one do in that situation? I knew he was coming over, but I did not know he was going to deliver a camera!
Well, P started taking pictures right away, which was also slightly awkward but they were cute pictures and I'm in the throes of love so what the hell, right? Except he takes some... artistic shots. Of me naked. Which also - I'm not planning on letting R see the sim card, so should be no problem.
Except he does see the sim card, and the naked picture in particular. And is now furious at me. He was really rude at first, but now has settled for passive coldness. He's really hurt - he told me that seeing that picture was as if I had sent him a thank-you card smeared with shit. Ouch.
Now - I completely understand his perspective. I would be immovable hurt and pissed if the roles were reversed. However, the devil's advocate in me says that technically, I am his ex, and if he want to get his ex-gf extravagant gifts, he should be willing to deal with what she might do with them.
Mostly, though, I feel really bad about the situation. However - and this is mostly a separate issue - he went on to accuse me of being inconsiderate and cold to him in general over the past few weeks. To which my response is: duh. Even before P, I was trying to move away from him emotionally and, well, get over him. So on the one hand this accusation is true, on the other hand, it's not a bad thing and I'm not sorry for it.
But now I don't know how to address that without bringing up the picture thing, which obviously I only have a really shitty excuse for (um... sorry i'm such a bitch?). So I am confused, and worried that he will stay bitter at me forever. It's not that I'm worried about losing the friendship (I didn't really want one anyway), but I just really don't want to hurt him or have him upset.
Any advice or words of comfort? Please don't chastise me for the picture. There's enough of that as it is.
Now: the Roadtrip
Well. The roadtrip got off to a rocky start. Because of P, I didn't do anywhere near the packing I needed to - Monday notwithstanding - and so I caused a series of extra delays in our leaving. R and V came Wednesday for us to leave, found P and I not anywhere near ready to leave, and ended up taking over half of my stuff downstairs and to the post office. The next day they came, P still present, and took everything else. Then we left. That night I talked to R and asked him if things had been awkward - at this point, I hadn't told him anything about P - and he said no, it was fine, he was glad I moved on first, and P is a really nice guy.
First stop was Binghamton. We got in late, crashed at a friend of strangepear, and left early in the morning to see my brother. It was vaguely depressing, of course, as he is still under the delusion that he's really adopted from Cuba. But I had a nice long talk with his social worker, which was very helpful, I thought. We were supposed to high-tail it out of there, but we found the Walmart and spent two hours walking around, looking at shit. It was hard to get out of there.
Next stop: Boston. We got in late, I decided it was ridiculous for me to be away from P that long, and bought tickets for NY as soon as I thought I could get away.
Then: Maine. We stopped in Portland (where Longfellow grew up!) and Bar Harbor. Both were totally adorable towns. The word town was made for these places. Cute shops, friendly people, nice cafes, locally brewed decent but not great beer. Good stuff. Bar Harbor had a Whale Museum, which was all eco-friendly and awesome.
And then: Saint John, across the Canadian border. This was exactly a sea-town. Small, smelled like fish, lots of harbors and lobsters and red-faced, friendly, chatty people. There have been a lot of chatty people - hotel clerks and pizzeria owners and random strangers.
Then the car ferry across to Halifax, which is the biggest city around in Nova Scotia. It's not a very big city, though. We went to Halifax purely because V, and now R, are obsessed with this show called Trailer Park Boys which is filmed near Halifax. We took some pictures of the set and trespassed (fun!), but didn't see any of the actors. That fulfilled the purpose of our 15-hour side trip to Halifax, so... yeah. The best part so far has been the one night we've spent camping. At a place called Peggy's Cove - I sent you all postcards from there. I liked camping! It's been so long since I've gone, I've forgotten how much fun it can be in the right atmosphere. And this was definitely the right atmosphere. Peggy's Cove was an indescribably beautiful sight. I've been to Nova Scotia before, also for camping, and I have to say I've never in my life been so moved by natural beauty as in this province. The water is still and calm and reflective, and the fog is slow and thin and mood-setting, and the sun sets straight across from you for a long, long time.
There isn't much else to tell so far. We drove out of Halifax today and are now in Fredericton, which is the capital of New Brunswick. We have a 12 hour drive ahead tomorrow, but I'm wired and can't sleep, and so I'm updating this bloggy thing we have. My description of the roadtrip must seem very boring. But it's hard to describe everything right. So far the trip hasn't been cool cities and fun sites. It's been conversations in the car and music and staring out the window at scenery. You'll have to take my word that it's been fun and not boring at all.
The most exciting thing so far is that today we almost hit a deer! But avoided it last minute. I was terrified!
First stop was Binghamton. We got in late, crashed at a friend of strangepear, and left early in the morning to see my brother. It was vaguely depressing, of course, as he is still under the delusion that he's really adopted from Cuba. But I had a nice long talk with his social worker, which was very helpful, I thought. We were supposed to high-tail it out of there, but we found the Walmart and spent two hours walking around, looking at shit. It was hard to get out of there.
Next stop: Boston. We got in late, I decided it was ridiculous for me to be away from P that long, and bought tickets for NY as soon as I thought I could get away.
Then: Maine. We stopped in Portland (where Longfellow grew up!) and Bar Harbor. Both were totally adorable towns. The word town was made for these places. Cute shops, friendly people, nice cafes, locally brewed decent but not great beer. Good stuff. Bar Harbor had a Whale Museum, which was all eco-friendly and awesome.
And then: Saint John, across the Canadian border. This was exactly a sea-town. Small, smelled like fish, lots of harbors and lobsters and red-faced, friendly, chatty people. There have been a lot of chatty people - hotel clerks and pizzeria owners and random strangers.
Then the car ferry across to Halifax, which is the biggest city around in Nova Scotia. It's not a very big city, though. We went to Halifax purely because V, and now R, are obsessed with this show called Trailer Park Boys which is filmed near Halifax. We took some pictures of the set and trespassed (fun!), but didn't see any of the actors. That fulfilled the purpose of our 15-hour side trip to Halifax, so... yeah. The best part so far has been the one night we've spent camping. At a place called Peggy's Cove - I sent you all postcards from there. I liked camping! It's been so long since I've gone, I've forgotten how much fun it can be in the right atmosphere. And this was definitely the right atmosphere. Peggy's Cove was an indescribably beautiful sight. I've been to Nova Scotia before, also for camping, and I have to say I've never in my life been so moved by natural beauty as in this province. The water is still and calm and reflective, and the fog is slow and thin and mood-setting, and the sun sets straight across from you for a long, long time.
There isn't much else to tell so far. We drove out of Halifax today and are now in Fredericton, which is the capital of New Brunswick. We have a 12 hour drive ahead tomorrow, but I'm wired and can't sleep, and so I'm updating this bloggy thing we have. My description of the roadtrip must seem very boring. But it's hard to describe everything right. So far the trip hasn't been cool cities and fun sites. It's been conversations in the car and music and staring out the window at scenery. You'll have to take my word that it's been fun and not boring at all.
The most exciting thing so far is that today we almost hit a deer! But avoided it last minute. I was terrified!
First: The Boy
So, you all now about P now, of course. Old friend of strangepear from college, grew out his hair and stole my heart at her Memorial Day/housewarming party. Currently the cause of much strife between me and R.
What else is there to say about him? We are madly in love, of course. We spent a good amount of time together the first week in June. Then, the Saturday I was supposed to have left for roadtrip (which was postponed because of car stuff) he and I went to a party at Akira and Wendy's house. I proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk and spill my guts about how much I love him. I don't remember much else from that night, other than kicking Euge out of the room to make out with P. Akira? Wendy? care to fill in any details?
Well, we ended up taking the subway home together, where I continued my rant about how much I love him. So pathetic. But then... the next morning he was all "did you mean what you said last night" whereupon I said "of course" and he replied "oh wow. I really love you, too."
":) !!! yay!!!" was pretty much all I could think for the next week. There still isn't much space in my head for other thoughts. We spent the next five days together, leaving each other's sight only to pee. There were times I would get annoyed, and then look at him, realize I was in love, and start smiling like an idiot. Totally pathetic, of course.
There is one delightful anecdote I would like to offer as the first romance this blog is witness to. Reader, beware: it is rather romantic.
The Monday before I left we stayed in all day, and it ended up being one of the best days I've ever had in my life. We slept in, and when we finally woke up, he put on music - Nat King Cole - and began to make breakfast - Russian crepes. I got up and alternated between packing and dancing and helping him cook. I made us cocktails, and we sat together naked in the living room, on a blanket I spread out on the floor, and fed each other crepes and drank each other's cocktails and enumerated all the things we were feeling about each other. By now Rubber Soul was playing and we had a long discussion about the Beatles.
After we finished eating, we got up and did work - he helped me pack up all my books. Every so often, we'd read each other a poem or an excerpt that we particularly liked. This was a painfully hot Monday, so we also took several cold showers together, to help cool off. This lasted all day, and then at the very end of the night, we took a bottle of champagne to the roof. We sat and drank and talked and watched the sunrise. He recited Russian love poems he had memorized while I lay against him. And all day, this whole time, he would stop every five minutes, and look me in the eyes, and tell me how much he loves me.
The moral of this story: Never be with a man who can't tell you all the ways in which you're wonderful for a full 24 hours. Especially if it's in the blistering heat while he's helping you pack for a trip he doesn't want you to take.
What else is there to say about him? We are madly in love, of course. We spent a good amount of time together the first week in June. Then, the Saturday I was supposed to have left for roadtrip (which was postponed because of car stuff) he and I went to a party at Akira and Wendy's house. I proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk and spill my guts about how much I love him. I don't remember much else from that night, other than kicking Euge out of the room to make out with P. Akira? Wendy? care to fill in any details?
Well, we ended up taking the subway home together, where I continued my rant about how much I love him. So pathetic. But then... the next morning he was all "did you mean what you said last night" whereupon I said "of course" and he replied "oh wow. I really love you, too."
":) !!! yay!!!" was pretty much all I could think for the next week. There still isn't much space in my head for other thoughts. We spent the next five days together, leaving each other's sight only to pee. There were times I would get annoyed, and then look at him, realize I was in love, and start smiling like an idiot. Totally pathetic, of course.
There is one delightful anecdote I would like to offer as the first romance this blog is witness to. Reader, beware: it is rather romantic.
The Monday before I left we stayed in all day, and it ended up being one of the best days I've ever had in my life. We slept in, and when we finally woke up, he put on music - Nat King Cole - and began to make breakfast - Russian crepes. I got up and alternated between packing and dancing and helping him cook. I made us cocktails, and we sat together naked in the living room, on a blanket I spread out on the floor, and fed each other crepes and drank each other's cocktails and enumerated all the things we were feeling about each other. By now Rubber Soul was playing and we had a long discussion about the Beatles.
After we finished eating, we got up and did work - he helped me pack up all my books. Every so often, we'd read each other a poem or an excerpt that we particularly liked. This was a painfully hot Monday, so we also took several cold showers together, to help cool off. This lasted all day, and then at the very end of the night, we took a bottle of champagne to the roof. We sat and drank and talked and watched the sunrise. He recited Russian love poems he had memorized while I lay against him. And all day, this whole time, he would stop every five minutes, and look me in the eyes, and tell me how much he loves me.
The moral of this story: Never be with a man who can't tell you all the ways in which you're wonderful for a full 24 hours. Especially if it's in the blistering heat while he's helping you pack for a trip he doesn't want you to take.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Attention Wendy
You better have a post up about Costa Rica soon or I'm going to start waking u up at 330 am instead of your usual 4am.
What's up in my life
It's too hot.
Flo's new tattoo is cool.
Free Museum festival today.
Ate too much sushi.
Not enough money.
Have to finish paper.
Aargggg cant' sleep
Doctor M's birthday on saturday.
Getting tickets for San Fran in exchange for soul.
Moving out.
Dentist is an asshole.
Work is bleeech.
That's it.
Flo's new tattoo is cool.
Free Museum festival today.
Ate too much sushi.
Not enough money.
Have to finish paper.
Aargggg cant' sleep
Doctor M's birthday on saturday.
Getting tickets for San Fran in exchange for soul.
Moving out.
Dentist is an asshole.
Work is bleeech.
That's it.
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