Interesting Things I Have Done/Learned This Month

A month ago around this time I went to a free happy hour and somehow ended up in the North End of Boston with a cigar in one hand and a cannoli in the other.

Two weekends ago I was in western Mass at my college roommate's bridal shower and helped sew a wedding vale together (you know me, Miss Debbie Domestic). I also learned that weekend what a garlic press is and that cabbage is not the same as lettuce even though to me they look identical.

Last Wednesday, I went to Colby Alumni Pub Night in Boston and came in last place at Colby Trivia. My group had no idea who the President of the Board of Trustees was but did guess the name of Bro's pet pig correctly. As you can see, what is important to some is not important to others.

Last weekend I found myself in Indianapolis visiting my darling Meredith and during a game of Catch Phrase, correctly guessed "Suze Orman" (the economist that often appears in O Magazine) but failed at every word in the sports division. I also learned that unless a Bengali Tiger is fully sedated, you should never try to push it out of a tree.

Today, while Melissa and I were at Payless on our lunch break, we witnessed a crime. Leaving the store, the woman in front of us set off the alarm and assuming it was a glitch in the system (as it usually is), none of us flinched. As soon as we got out of the store, the woman ran so fast our heads were spinning. Tom later asked me if, like a Good Samaritan, I had jumped and tackled her to the ground. I told Tom I jumped and tackled someone once in high school (not just for fun but to help another kid who was getting picked on) and really didn't feel like doing that again over a pair of cheaply made shoes.

Tonight I realized that I get more bridal magazines than any other mail and I swear to God, someone registered me somewhere as a joke. If David's Bridal calls me one more time to congratulate me on my wedding this June, I am going to retaliate with a few eye pecks.

On Friday, I leave for Italy to visit my sister who has been studying abroad in Florence and am completely packed and ready. It is going to be a whirlwind tour, but this much I know- I will have stomped on grapes at a Vineyard before I return to the U.S., even if I have to bring the damn grapes with me myself. I will also eat delicious, delicious pasta. And perhaps ride a Vespa.

Question of the day: What would you do differently in your life if there was no one there to judge it? If you could go back to being ten and fall hopelessly in love with someone who made no sense at all? If you had the courage to do precisely what it is your heart wants right this VERY moment?

Adventures on the T.

Let me start by saying I have been completely inactive today. We're talking approx. 7 hours on the couch watching bad TV.

Moving right along...

Great story for you guys. I mean, the point of this blog IS to post great stories to make you laugh or think or, I don't know, distract you from work.

Saturday I get myself all dolled up for the Make-A-Wish Gala (huge success, by the way) and hope on the T. When I get on the T there is no one else that gets on but a mildly attractive male with somewhat bad boy tendencies (be still my immature heart). He sits directly across from me. I exchange a few flirtatious glances and then nervously read the ads on the wall as I am known by ex boyfriends as the "shifty eye girl." It's a bizarre thing, I know. I just have a hard time making eye contact for long periods of time without blushing.

We get to the Harvard T stop and the doors open. Two elderly Chinese women get on and sit DIRECTLY. BESIDE. ME. There is an entire train to choose from but they are literally on top of me. I think nothing of this because I have weird experiences constantly with perfect strangers. The woman next to me pulls out a tupperware container and out of the corner of my eye I try to identify what she's about to eat. It sort of looks like grapefruit but I don't want to get caught staring so I look off into space. A split second later I look directly at bad boy sitting across from me and realize he is staring at the woman next to me with his mouth wide open in that appalled, "what the hell?" way. I turn to my left, look down, and watch- horrified- as she cracks hard boiled egg after hard boiled egg open and then throws the shells down on the floor ontop of my foot and nice nylons. My eyes move from egg to foot and back up to the guy who is now staring directly at me, laughing silently, shoulders shaking. I immediately burst into laughter and bite my bottom lip as hard as possible. I can't even bare to look at him now because there is no way we'll make it the rest of the ride without appearing rude. And, since I do not speak Chinese (and I'm assuming this dude doesn't either), there's no way to politely ask this woman to stop dumping the shells on my foot as I need to work a black tie event at the Intercontinental Hotel in approximately 30 minutes.

I finally land at my stop, exit the T and laugh til I cry, walking in the rain down Atlantic Avenue.

What. Is. My. Life?