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Jersey Trip

By new jersey, ruling at life, shopping 2 Comments

I just returned from my most recent trip to New Jersey, get this: I had a great time! (I usually have an okay time, but never really a great time.)  This time, I was sad to leave. It could have something to do with the fact that I didn’t have to sleep in the bed with my mom. Or possibly that I bought over $600 worth of new clothes, shoes and jewelry while I was there. Or maybe that I spent an entire day traipsing around NYC in my pretty new white eyelet sundress. Who knows? Who cares? (Well, I care a little bit about my freaking credit card bill now.)

I totally had an awesome time, and I’m already planning my next trip back! I usually save the overzealous planning of the next trip before I leave for cool places, like Las Vegas and California. I thought for a minute that maybe I missed it there, and I should consider moving back. But then I almost had to run over a dude trying to save a parking place for his brother in the extremely crowded Pete & Elda’s parking lot, and I remembered why I left.

But, now that I have a bed to sleep in again (and my parents have a pool!), I think I’ll definitely start visiting more often.

This crazy trip has got me feelin’: happy
And I’m singin’ along to: Dark Blue – Jack’s Mannequin

It never hurts to start celebrating early.

By employment, holiday fun, new jersey, partying like a rock star, ruling at life, trains/train stations, weather 2 Comments

Memorial Day weekend is supposed to be the kickoff to summer, and for once, the weekend itself is kicking off with a beautiful, hot, sunny day (here in Norfolk, at least).  I’m doing my best to get the holiday weekend off to a good start. This involves sitting at my desk sipping a mimosa out of a 12 oz. plastic cup.  What? It’s a holiday.  Besides, I only have two more hours of work.  I’m peacing out of this boring place at noon and heading to the train station in Richmond, where I will board an Amtrak train and travel to New Jersey in order to avoid the Garden State Parking Lot.  I’m looking forward to a weekend of partying at the Jersey Shore with a few of my favorite oldest friends, but five hours on a train?  Good lord.  I’d better go get another mimosa.

Traffic Report

By hazards to my well-being, new jersey, road trips, the malibu 6 Comments

So, I’m in Jersey for the weekend for Thanksgiving. I drove up yesterday. Mark came up with me and we took Route 13 up the Eastern Shore. I think the Eastern Shore must be home to some wackos. Here’s why:

1. As soon as we came over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel we saw a guy wearing camouflage and an orange vest dark across the highway with a rifle right in front of my car. Wow. Only in Virginia.

2. Twenty miles later, we saw two guys in red jackets leaning dangerously over the shoulder of the road holding something out in front of them. As we got closer we realized that they were holding raw shrimp out over the highway. Raw shrimp – still in the shells, complete with beady eyes and little legs. Apparently those are a hot commodity around Thanksgiving.

3. A little after that we saw a car stopped on the side of the road with a guy lying on the ground next to it. I thought they person was dead or something, but upon looking closer we realized that he was just very intent on figuring out what was malfunctioning underneath his vehicle.

Yay for driving in the South.

On the other hand, driving in the North isn’t much better these days. Traffic on the Parkway was ridiculous this afternoon. I think we spent almost 2.5 hours driving up to my aunt’s house – trip that usually takes less than an hour. Woohoo. New Jersey is awesome – I especially love that no one believes in blinkers here. It really makes driving in heavy traffic a lot less boring. Just because you’re driving three miles per hour, doesn’t mean there won’t be any excitement around you – what with people weaving in and out of lanes and giving each other the finger and all. I seriously think New Jersey should consider banning brake lights during periods of heavy traffic volume as well. Yeah! Gives me a rush just thinking about how great that would be!

Ok, I’m done.

Happy Thanksgiving!

What’s Up

By being a computer genius, boys, employment, las vegas, little cousins, music, new jersey, packing 2 Comments

The days left in this year are dwindling. I have so much stuff to do before I go to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. I have to do laundry, pack some clothes, compile a CD and tie up a bunch of loose ends at work.

I’m finally loading all of my music back onto my computer. Remember when I changed my hard drive a few months ago? (I’m such a computer genius.) I’m also stealing Internet. It’s not that I’m too cheap to pay for Internet, it’s just that I’m still waiting for my apartment community to finish installing the wireless connections for our whole complex. They said it would be done by November 1st. They lied.

I got to go to St. Louis last week for work. That was exciting. I guess I have to take the clothes from that trip out of my suitcase so that I can put the clothes for Thanksgiving in. Damn.

After Thanksgiving, I’ll be home for two days and then I’m hopping on a plane to Vegas to visit my family. My other aunt and uncle and my grandparents moved out there. Crazy mass exodus of family members out of New Jersey to the desert and shit. Now who am I going to party with on Christmas Eve? Only a fraction of my cousins even live within 2,600 miles of me now.

Allison and I have decided that the terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” are obsolete. I’ll get into that some other time.

Anyway, I’ve gotten distracted from compiling my latest CD masterpiece. This one will be called Look @ the Stars. All good CDs need a name.

Better than a Box Full of Starving Crazed Weasels

By boys, conversations, food, memories, new jersey, roommates, virginia beach 4 Comments

One of the perks of living in Virginia Beach is that there is a Dunkin’ Donuts just around the corner from my apartment complex. So, whenever Allison and I get annoyed with boys, we just hop in the car and pull up to the DnD drive thru window to order up one of our favorite comfort foods.

I’ve always thought fondly of DnD. There were about seven of them within 10 miles of my house in New Jersey, so I think it was inevitable that I would become attached at some point. When the Classic Cup in Manasquan closed down, Jamie and I took to the Sea Girt location for our late-night, over-coffee conversations about life, and when the pre-Starbucks Coffee Coolatta was popular for five minutes several summers ago, Stacey and I thought the frozen indulgence was the perfect way to accessorize for any occasion. When I worked at Insano in Asbury Park, I’d always stop at the DnD on Cookman for a quick bagel (double-toasted with light cream cheese) if I was working a morning shift, and I must say, I’ve even used the occasional Apple ‘n Spice donut to say “I’m sorry” or “Good morning!” to a love interest. (Personally, I find the Apple ‘n Spice donut to be a perfect stand-in for the Hallmark greeting card.)

Over the years, the item I’ve fallen in the love with the most is definitely the Bosten Creme donut. I think I’ve become the Boston Creme donut’s biggest fan. The Boston Creme donut has been there to dry my tears, to make me feel satiated before bedtime and energized before work, and to accompany me during some of the most boring road trips of all time.

Of course, just like any friend, the Boston Creme donut is not always reliable. Most Dunkin’ Donuts run out of Boston Creme donuts by 10:30 p.m. I remember one time, in New Jersey, I was craving a Boston Creme donut so much that I called six Dunkin’ Donuts stores before I found one that still had some at one o’clock in the morning. I requested that they put it on hold for me and drove 10 minutes up Route 35 to retrieve it.

Similarly, the DnD by my apartment runs out of good donuts excessively. For example, they run out of Allison’s favorite – the Marble Frosted donut – all the time. Well, maybe not all the time. I do remember one drunken night we pulled up to the drive thru window with tear-streaked faces and a handful of change and thankfully, DnD had both a Marble Frosted and a Boston Creme donut for us that night. That was a lucky night.

Anyway, last night wasn’t quite the same as that night. Both of us were just a little frustrated with friends of ours – mostly her boyfriend and our roommate. We were sitting on the couch sulking in front of Pirates of the Caribbean and we just needed to get out of the apartment for a few minutes, so I suggested a Dunkin’ Donuts run. “We haven’t done that in awhile,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Allison said.

So we got on some sweatshirts and hopped in the Malibu to drive around the corner to the DnD drive thru. Whenever I pull up to the DnD drive thru window, I always feel like Weird Al in his song, “Albequerque.”

“Do you have any Marble Frosted donuts?” I ask.

“No, we’re out of Marble Frosted donuts.”

“Do you have any Boston Creme donuts?”

“Nah, we’re out of Boston Creme donuts.”

“Do you have any Bavarian Creme donuts?”

“Nah, we’re outta Bavarian Creme donuts.”

Usually the conversation proceeds until I ask for a Chocolate Frosted donut, which is usually in stock. Last night it was a little skewed.

“Do you have any Chocolate Frosted donuts?”

“Well, which kind? Chocolate Chocolate Frosted or just Chocolate Frosted. We have Chocolate Chocoloate, but if you just want Chocolate Frosted regular, I can go in the back and make them for you.”

“Make them for us?” I inquired.

“Yeah, we just gotta squeeze the chocolate frosting on ’em. It’s cool.”

“Are there any other Dunkin’ Donuts around here?” Allison asked.

“Um, I don’t know about that. I can just make them for you,” the genius in the window responded.

“Are you new?” I asked.

“I don’t know about that. I don’t know where there are other ones. I’m about to go to boot camp. I don’t give no shit about this frickin’ job. I don’t know about that,” he said.

“What kind of donuts do you have in there?” I asked.

He listed off a bunch of mumbled donut names that sounded vaguely familiar, but I was thoroughly confused. “Can we just come in and see what you’ve got?” I asked. Late at night, the front door is locked. Only the drive thru is open.

“Sure,” he said. “Come in. I don’t care about this damn job. I’ll unlock the door.”

So, I parked the car and we went inside to browse the donut selection. Unfortunately there was nothing exciting. “Do you have any Munchkins?” Allison asked desperately.

“Yeah. What ones you want?”

We ordered 25 chocolate and glazed Munchkins and got out our money to pay. “Don’t even worry about it,” the guy said. He sent us on our way with a box of free Munchkins.

“SCORE!” I said when we got to the car. “Free shit!”

“We got hooked UP!” Allison said. She opened the box. “There is way, way more than 25 Munchkins in this box.”

So, there you have it. Another restaurant fiasco that left Allison and I with some free donuts. (Yes, there have been others — a few at DnD and one at Smokey Bones that resulted in our group leaving the reastaurant with over a dozen free donuts.)

In all that excitement, were totally distracted from the fact that any boys had annoyed us in the first place. Mission accomplished. We plopped back down on the couch with the comforting feeling of a tummy full of donuts and a renewed appreciation for Johnny Depp and watched more of the movie until Allison’s boyfriend called. Of course they got in another argument, so I ended up going to bed, but at least there was like 25 Munchkins left in that box for breakfast this morning and for dinner later on tonight because I’m sure we’ll be annoyed again by then.

(And don’t worry, Boston Creme donut. Just because you weren’t around this time, doesn’t mean I’ve given up on you. Perhaps we’ll get together this weekend. It’ll be fun. Oh! And I promise I’ll never choose a Krispy Kreme over you.)