"In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends." - John Churton Collins
Friday was a good day of work. Things are getting exciting and trial is soon approaching. I’ve never gone through this before, so I’m really looking forward to the experience. So far balancing school and work hasn't been as hard as I imagined.
Friday, a hurricane had hit North Carolina and the rain was working its way up through Virginia. My boss let me out of work early so that I could catch the bus to NYC. Erika and her mom were coming to drop Lana off for her internship in the city. I figured it would be a great time to see my friends and enjoy my vacation. Plus, I'm going to jump at every chance I get to see my Erika Silva.
I don’t want to talk about the bus ride, just know it was very long and I got in many many hours after I had planned. Juan, Jorge and Michele all met me outside of Port Authority. That was really great of them and it meant a lot to me. They are always there for me and are such great hosts when I am in town. They brought me leftovers from dinner and I ate on a pillar standing up while we all caught up and figured out the plans for the night.
Erika was watching the Phantom with her sister and mom so we worked our way outside to the theater and waited for them to exit. Erika got to meet my friends and we all walked in the rain to their hotel. Erika and Lana then came out with us for the night.
We started off at this small bar where the beer was cheap. 2 dollars a beer in NYC, it was a deal. As we were drinking, Herbert showed up. This was unexpected because I thought he was going to be working late. We were finally all back together and it felt just like old times. We shared stories, talked a lot of crap and drank. It is great to make new memories.
This was also the first time I had ever hung out with Lana, so it was nice getting to know her. She seemed to get along with everyone, and you can usually tell when people are comfortable enough to already be making fun of you and joking around. My friends seemed to take well to her. Erika showed the table a shot glass trick and we got to take some pictures. At the end of the night, we passed up some late night pizza and went back to the hotel.
The following morning, Erika, her mom, Lana and I had lunch nearby the hotel. Nothing tastes better than lunch after a long night of drinking. Maybe the water was the best part. Then we were off to help move Lana in. We got to the dorm and helped Lana unpack. I tried to do my part by stealing stuff from other rooms (furniture) where people hadn’t moved in yet so that she would have somewhere to put her stuff. The room she is staying in is really small. I have stayed in rooms that small before, but I’m glad that part of my life is over with. Girls pack a lot of stuff.
Once we were done, we went down to the WTC area and went shoe shopping. I'm a good boyfriend. The store we were in was really packed. I definitely felt some costraphobia and social anxiety disorder while I was there. Erika and her mom got some shoes and then we went back to the hotel and relaxed for a while. The whole time it was raining out.
We then took a cab to Herbert’s family restaurant. I try to go every time I’m in the city. Little did I know this would be the beginning of a long and fun night. We got there around 7pm and started drinking and looking over the menu. I usually order the same thing whenever I eat out, but this time I decided to try something different. I tried this green mole and pork dish and I have to say, I was very impressed. I didn’t think I would like it, but it was very good. It was very hot though, but I couldn’t stop eating it. The funny thing was that it was the mild one, so my version of hot must not be at the level of Herbert’s, so this was a lesson learned. We tried all kinds of drinks. Jorge, Michele, Juan and some of Jorge’s friends joined up and later Juan’s sister and Herbert’s cousin Leo came by as well. It was a great meal and everyone had a good time. From there we went out. Erika’s mom came a long with us and was really a sport. The first place we went was ok, very nice, but the setup wasn’t conducive to a group as large as ours. We drank and talked, but as it got late, Jorge and Michele called it a night and Herbert offered to take us to another place. We went, but when we got there, they wouldn’t let some of the group in because of dress code (shoes), so we decided to call it a night. Well by we, I mean I. But, after much pressure, we decided to try one more bar. So we randomly find this place where Herbert heard music and we all go in. Little did we know then, we were in a Hooka bar. I have been invited many times, but its just not my thing. Well somehow this is where the night really got started. We got seated in the VIP, there was shots, drinking, dancing and we all had a very good time. It was almost 4am by the time we got out of there. The night was very memorable.
The following morning, Erika, her mom and I went to Chinatown and had lunch. I ordered way too much food. Then it was time to go purse shopping. You would think shoe shopping and now purse shopping, but the experience was actually very interesting and fun. Erika has places she had gone before, so we find the vender that asks us if we want handbags and then they take us to a place where there is a secret door behind the wall. It was very cool, the door was impossible to notice and very high tech. Then we are in a room full of designer purses (well knockoff designer purses). They had orders for friends to fill, but while we are there and I see people wheeling and dealing, I get the idea to get my sister a purse. Well that is where it all started. First I get both my sisters Coach wallets. Then at another place, I get them both purses (Coach and Christian Dior) and later I decide if my sisters are getting ones then my mom needs one too, so I get her a Coach bag and finally get a small Prada bag for my niece. I was able to use my negotiation skills and got some decent prices (compared against what I saw others getting and prices from other places). Nevertheless, I ended up spending a few hundred dollars on purses, me. Maybe I just like to buy things, who knows, really I had no clue what to buy, so Erika and her mom helped out a lot. My family very much enjoyed their gifts and since I missed their bdays (gift wise), I felt better.
Unbeknownst to me, a week ago, my mother had a dream that I bought her a purse. There was more to it than that, but it was really random and never had I ever bought her something like that, but it ended up coming true. I just found out about the dream recently.
After all that, we went back to the Hotel. I said another farewell to Erika and took a cab to the bus station to start coming home. Another not so pleasant experience, but for 20 bucks it's still a deal. Once I was home, I had to wait a very long time for a cab. I finally got one and was happy to be on my way home.
That was my labor day weekend in New York City. I didn’t get much homework done.
So in other news, my instate domicile appeal was approved. I am very excited about this. This means I am a Virginia Resident and can get VA instate rates. This is a savings for this year of around $10,000. I had to do a lot of paperwork. Unfortunately, it is just 10 grand I don’t have to pay back, so I won’t really feel it until I’m much older and am done paying off student loans. I’ll be thinking, wow, at least I don’t have 10 grand more of that.
Here is another issue that comes to mind a lot. I’m getting fat and it driving me crazy, no seriously insane. I know what to do etc, but the problem keeps getting worse. It is totally mental, but for some reason I'm being subborn and paying the price. It sucks every time you are called on it. In NYC I got a lot of comments, from Big Man, to are you working out, you look much bigger. I just want to say fuck you, but I know they are right. I feel like I’m doing this to myself on purpose, but I don’t know why. Maybe its that I know it’s a long term battle and I just don’t want to start. For me the issue is a personal one and one that I need to deal with. I don’t want to do it for anyone but myself. No one is pressuring me, so I can’t say that is the reason. Hopefully soon this problem will get on the right track. It really affects your attitude and how you feel about yourself. How you feel about yourself affects how you treat other people. Its all a downward spiral to nothing positive.
I ran across this online today. It brought back some memories. - What does Pollyanna mean?
Pol·ly·an·na [
pòllee ánnÉ™ ] (plural Pol·ly·an·nas)
noun
Definition:
eternal optimist: an unrealistically optimistic person
[Early 20th century. After the heroine of children's stories written by Eleanor Hodgman Porter (1868-1920), U.S. author]
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