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Monday, March 17, 2008
Irish Eyes Are Smiling
So, I'm ready to restart the blogging process. Having lived through my college and post-education drama, I am ready to throw off the personas and start blogging under me.
So welcome to my world: The Quarter Life Diaries.
To start off the blogging process we will begin with a much needed vacation from the work world. This week of fun and birthdays began in the most boring way possible after a weekend of celebration: with a trip to the eye doctor. Lucky for me the doctor was nervous due to an ulcer from years past so he decided to dilate. This of course leaving me looking higher than a kite and blinder than the new governor of New York. Thankfully my good friend Paul was around to play knight in shining armor as I blindly wandered the streets of the UES.
Unfortunately, I had birthday business to attend to in Times Square and my huge pupils were not in the mood to go crowd tackling. So we decided that we should have lunch at our favorite neighborhood diner.
Luckily for the red-headed Paul he is often mistaken for Irish which works out to be pretty awesome around this time of year.
Shortly after we were seated our favorite waiter came by and asked if we would like a pint a Guinness. Not being a beer drinker myself I quickly responded that I was good, but Paul would definitely like one. I responded so quickly that I didn't even realize that it was only 1:00 in the afternoon when I was trying to make Paul drunk. But then again we're on vacation.
Paul ordered a stereotypical Irish breakfast of Bangers and Mash. Shortly after its arrival to the table he looked around at the table and said "Coffee, Guinness, and beans.... you're lucky you're taking a two-hour break from me."
After the Irish lunch and a bit of parade watch I left the UES to battle the drunken crowds of Times Square with my still dilated eyes. I elbowed and body-slammed my way through the crowds of small children in Toy R Us for the perfect combination of presents for Paul's big 25th birthday.
Making it out in record time I returned to the UES where while waiting for the walk signal to come on at a corner a certain ginger boy turned up on my left. Not having finished creating the perfect gift I told Paul he was not allowed to talk to me while a ran away to the safety of Barnes and Nobel.
My gift of travel games and snacks for the bus was so awesome I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I told Paul he had to open it right away.
Long story short I am AWESOME. The gifts were well worth a trip to Times Square and now we are ready for a super vacation.
We ended the evening by eating St. Patty's Day bagels and playing Scrabble and Travel Guitar Hero.
NEXT TO COME: LIZZIE BORDEN'S BED AND BREAKFAST
So welcome to my world: The Quarter Life Diaries.
To start off the blogging process we will begin with a much needed vacation from the work world. This week of fun and birthdays began in the most boring way possible after a weekend of celebration: with a trip to the eye doctor. Lucky for me the doctor was nervous due to an ulcer from years past so he decided to dilate. This of course leaving me looking higher than a kite and blinder than the new governor of New York. Thankfully my good friend Paul was around to play knight in shining armor as I blindly wandered the streets of the UES.
Unfortunately, I had birthday business to attend to in Times Square and my huge pupils were not in the mood to go crowd tackling. So we decided that we should have lunch at our favorite neighborhood diner.Luckily for the red-headed Paul he is often mistaken for Irish which works out to be pretty awesome around this time of year.
Shortly after we were seated our favorite waiter came by and asked if we would like a pint a Guinness. Not being a beer drinker myself I quickly responded that I was good, but Paul would definitely like one. I responded so quickly that I didn't even realize that it was only 1:00 in the afternoon when I was trying to make Paul drunk. But then again we're on vacation.
Paul ordered a stereotypical Irish breakfast of Bangers and Mash. Shortly after its arrival to the table he looked around at the table and said "Coffee, Guinness, and beans.... you're lucky you're taking a two-hour break from me."
After the Irish lunch and a bit of parade watch I left the UES to battle the drunken crowds of Times Square with my still dilated eyes. I elbowed and body-slammed my way through the crowds of small children in Toy R Us for the perfect combination of presents for Paul's big 25th birthday.Making it out in record time I returned to the UES where while waiting for the walk signal to come on at a corner a certain ginger boy turned up on my left. Not having finished creating the perfect gift I told Paul he was not allowed to talk to me while a ran away to the safety of Barnes and Nobel.
My gift of travel games and snacks for the bus was so awesome I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I told Paul he had to open it right away.
Long story short I am AWESOME. The gifts were well worth a trip to Times Square and now we are ready for a super vacation.
We ended the evening by eating St. Patty's Day bagels and playing Scrabble and Travel Guitar Hero.
NEXT TO COME: LIZZIE BORDEN'S BED AND BREAKFAST
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