xoxo.

The weekend will be full of friends, family, margaritas, shopping and spending time with N. Oh, and maybe a cupcake or two :)
Time to say goodbye:
Tell me about the things in your life that have become obsolete - for the good or the bad!
Yes, I'm crazy and went on the OPI site to see what it would look like with my skin tone. Doesn't look bad at all! Now, if you could just extend the length of the fingers on the digital hand we'd be in business. I've decided that I'm 25 and I'm going to embrace my lollipop fingers. I'm getting a manicure this afternoon and my mind is set on Strawberry Margarita.
Color vs. French? What is your favorite nail polish color?
The laughs kept on coming especially at any reference of "the diaper." Looking forward to the next road trip.
P.S. Any guy looking to pick up a girl at a bar, please don't use the line, "My friends and I would really like to talk to you, we'll be right over here, just let us know if you're interested."Treat the fam to an icecream at Pizzi Farm because Dad has paid one too many times (my pick: Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip frozen yogurt) - $14.00
Share an Upper Crust Garden Veggie pizza with my best girl friends accompanied by a hefty glass of chardonnay - $20.75
Rent a movie On Demand with N - $4.99
If you read this blog, I'm sure you have an idea of how much I hate taking public transportation to work. I went to my parents' house for dinner on Wednesday and I tried painting the picture of the morning commute. I've also tried describing it to N on several occassions and I guess you can't fully grasp the concept until it becomes part of your daily routine.
Here it goes.
First, the train has a distinct odor. Not a nice odor. The odor of burning brake pads and sweat. Boston temps are usually in the teens during the Winter, so the heat on the train is blasting to keep passengers warm. This is awesome ONLY for the few minutes it takes to defrost because on most days when people are dripping wet from snow or rain, the heat/wet combo makes for for a swampy mess. Not to mention I'm usually bundled up with a hat, scarf, gloves and the shiniest, puffiest jacket you will ever see - this does not equal hottness.
Now, finding a seat. It is every man for himself. During dinner, my mom asked, "do men usually give up their seats for women or the elderly," HELL NO, MOM if you find a seat you hold on to it for dear life. The trains are set up to have seating for two people on one side of the aisle and seating for three people on the other side. In my opinion the two-person seat is ideal because there is less of a chance to touch the other person. This is a big deal. Once you spot a seat and make the big attempt to sit down, you have to slide, ever so slightly into the seat, careful not to touch the person beside you. If you do, even by accident, there is no doubt that person will give you a dirty look for invading their personal space.
People do not speak on the train. Even if you are mid-conversation with someone you know waiting at the T stop (this has happened to me on several occassions), the conversation MUST be abruptly cut short because the glares you will get if you continue to chit-chat on the train will most likely be fatal. Same goes with talking on a cell phone. I always keep my phone on vibrate, but if you don't, you better pray it doesn't ring on the train. For the poor soul fumbling to find a ringing cell phone in his pocket, briefcase or at the bottom of a backpack, I feel for you. You will be the brunt of passengers' gasps as this is the mac-daddy of commuter no-nos. N doesn't understand the cell phone rule because he feels this would be a great opportunity for people to be "sealing deals and making moves." I agree, but I'm not going to be the first one to break from the norm.
A day in the life...oh how glamorous!