rejuvinated

(long, satisfying deep breath)

I love arbitrary Boston holidays that practically no one else celebrates. Yesterday was Bunker Hill Day, which I think you should definitely read up about, if only to laugh at how silly it is that the Battle of Bunker Hill was not actually fought on Bunker Hill.

Despite my best intentions of sleeping in, I somehow found myself wide awake at 6:30 yesterday morning. Normally I would have attempted to will myself back to sleep for a couple of hours, but for whatever reason I got up. I walked to my local cafe and got some breakfast, then returned home and cleaned my entire apartment. It's spotless, to the point where a friend came over yesterday and remarked, "whoa. Check out this place!".

Now, my plan all along had been to clean my apartment yesterday, but I never imagined that I would be finished by 10 in the morning. I figured I'd still be wiping sleep from my eyes at 10 in the morning. I was expecting a visit from my soon-to-be neighbor mid-afternoon (the aforementioned friend) but I was suddenly struck with a dilemma. What the heck was I going to do from 10 am to 2? It was so out of the ordinary for me to have not procrastinated on what I needed to do that I actually had no idea how to fill my time once it was legitimately free time, and there wasn't something else I was SUPPOSED to be doing. When I have something hanging over my head I have no problem coming up with alternative ways to spend my time. But this was so new and different I was at a loss.

I read for awhile, I tried to watch a movie, I read a little more, I made lunch, I wandered from room to room (both of them) marveling at how different it looks when it's clean and looking for more things to straighten up, I read a little more. It was the weirdest thing. That was possibly the longest 4 hours of my life.

At last (or so it seemed to me) said friend showed up and we spent a lovely afternoon walking around near the ocean, talking about how great being neighbors again was going to be, getting ice cream, playing scratch lottery tickets (can you really play those? I'm not sure how else to say that) and chattering on about girly things.

I rounded my evening out with a couple of Netflix movies and another surprise call from a Michigan visitor (who I will hopefully see tonight)! It was a pretty nice way to spend a day. Of course, last night I could not fall asleep for whatever reason so today I'm tired, but that's fine.


I have one little side story, the moral of which is you should always listen to me. Always. Because I am never wrong. Ha.

Over the weekend, a friend of mine (you all remember HG, right?) was traveling to NYC by bus. When he called from the bus station on Saturday we had this conversation:

Me: You're not taking the Fung Wah are you?
Him: Yea, it was cheap and it was leaving right then.
Me: Oh my god you're going to die by the side of the road in a fireball.
Him: Don't say things like that. That doesn't really happen.
Me: Just promise me, PROMISE me that you will take the Peter Pan bus on the way back. It's like $5 more. Do NOT take the Fung Wah back to Boston.
Him: Yea, I promise, whatever.

We cut to last night, my cell phone rings. It's HG. I pick up the phone and it sounds as though he's standing inside a jet engine or in a high speed boat or something. We have the following conversation:

Him: Guess where I'm calling you from?
Me: The water? The air? I have no idea.
Him: I'm calling from the side of the highway.
Me: You took the Fung Wah, didn't you.
Him: Yes.
Me: What did I tell you?
Him: Yea, but I didn't think anything would actually happen, I thought you were kind of joking!

They had a breakdown on the side of the road somewhere in Connecticut, and had to wait for another bus to come pick them up and bring them the rest of the way to Boston. They did make it safely, thank goodness. That'll teach him not to listen to me!

Also, as the birthday month continues, today it's my older brother's turn! My brothers are 11 years apart with me right in the middle. Though I bring up the rear, birthday wise. Speaking of which I'm trying to come up with something fun to do for my birthday this year. I have planned to see Wall-E that weekend and go to dinner with some friends, but I'm trying to determine if there's something other than the traditional 'go to a bar and have many drinks' birthday celebration to round out the day/evening. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm just looking into my options. Does anyone have any fabulous suggestions?