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If only I had a dollar for each time that was said on our trip to the tri-state area, I could afford to live in the West Village or on Long Beach Island. Why is that a simple one-liner like that never gets old? Sorta like the “your mom” jokes that are still flying around since elementary school. There’s your thought for the morning.
Back to the trip. What. A. Blast. Going into the weekend, Alyson and I had high expectations of maxing out on the laugh-o-meter. We came close 5 years ago, but I’m pretty sure we maxed out a million times more this trip. Cheeseburger, cheeseburger!
Mary and I flew into NYC on Thursday night and stayed with Alyson until Sunday, then we went to LBI to hang with MacAttack until Tuesday. Friday was spent with a run along the Hudson River and then a full day of shopping. We went out for tapas that night and after a large pitcher of sangria, Miss New York (aka Mary) decided we must go out that night. Even though we were planning to play-it-cool and call it an early one since the wine tour started promptly at 8am the next day. Alas, we conceded and headed over to Automatic Slims, a bar down the block from Alyson’s. The boy to girl ratio was awesome, and the good looking to non-good looking boy ratio was even better. Why can’t we have that in Texas? We also managed to get our drinks paid for, which was an added bonus. Oh and FYI world, a vodka soda does not equal vodka plus sprite. ICKity split.
After about 5 hours of sleep, we woke up to hit the wine tour. It was tough to get started with a lack-of-sleep hangover, plus the wines on Long Beach leave much to be desired. We spent all day grazing in the grass and dancing when the mood struck. It was an excellent day. Grasshopper, grasshopper!
Sunday morning we took the bus to New Jersey and met up with Mac. We quickly headed to the beach and spent the afternoon sunning, boozing, cartwheeling, laughing and analyzing life. It was perfect.
Mac and her mom dished up a fantastic meal for us and we quickly cashed out a large bottle of Clos du Bois. Not gonna lie, probably better than most of the chards we sampled at the wineries. The night quickly turned into a card game, all the while drinking Modelo out of wine goblets, followed by a Michael Jackson dance off.
And by dance off, I mean just me dancing. At one point I attempted to do the Superman dance move, but my flip flop got caught and in order to avoid tearing the strap out, I quickly conceded and fell to the floor. And against a glass cabinet. Whoopsies. Luckily no one was hurt, I wasn’t from the fall, and the other clowns weren’t hurt from laughing. Sarah’s mom had just walked out of the room before I went down, then heard the crash and said, “Oh my”. In response, Sarah out called from the other room, “What, was Emily dancing?”.
After the MJ dance-off, there was a little pilates instruction from Miss New York and then we called it a night. I’ve decided that yoga and pilates are much more entertaining when buzzed. Just like shopping.
Monday, Monday was spent catchin’ rays either at the beach or the pool. That evening Nana and I took a bike stroll down to the lighthouse and back. The weather was perfect and I started to get depressed about leaving.
And then we got ice cream and I was all better.
It was such an excellent trip, I think we might try to do it again next year! Thanks be to the baby sharks who provided such wonderful hospitality…
We’re almost to the 24 countdown mark for our departure to NYC. I’m so in need of a vacay, booze and laughter. Not to mention toe taps!! Which should all be easily obtainable this weekend. Grandma and I are headed to visit Alyson in NYC for a couple days and then we’re off to visit SarahMac on Long Beach Island. Hoping to recreate the plethora of laughs we shared when we visited 5 years ago. Crazy how time flies.
I’m also secretly hoping that we might see this lamp again. It’s hands down the prettiest lamp I’ve ever layed eyes on…
In related news, I got a sweet new floppy straw hat to debut in NJ. You know, the large kind that has it’s own zip code. Hopefully Nana won’t make too much fun of me. I also hope that I’m able to make some additional progress on my tan and maybe shed the accidental Speedo tan lines I got over July 4th weekend. Oops.
There will undoubtably be many pictures and stories to share upon our return, so there’s a little somethin’-somethin’ for you readers to live for in my absense. I’ll be thinking of you all in 2 hours when I officially start my 7 day vacation. Ciao suckers.
When I’m driving in the car listening to the radio, I often wonder why people still call into the radio station to request songs. If it’s a birthday or anniversary, and you’re just wanting to dedicate a song, I understand that. It’s an old fashioned gesture that was probably cooler in the early 90’s, much like neon clothing.
What I don’t get is when people call in just because they just feel like hearing a certain song. Sports Fans, technology is a beautiful thing. iPhones, iTunes, the Internet… Legalsounds.com. All good examples of where you can find the song you’re craving at the drop of a hat.
So, yesterday, in the car, I had to have a chuckle when I heard this exchange on 98.7 (yes, I K-Luv my oldies)…
DJ: “Welcome to K-Luv, what song can I play for you?”
Lady: “I wanna hear ‘Wooly Bully’ please.”
DJ: “You got it! Where are you calling from today?”
Lady: “I’m just cruising around the electronics store.”
DJ: “You looking to spend some birthday money in there?!?”
Lady: “Huh-huh yeah I guess.”
Who “cruises” an electronic store and makes a pit stop to call in a radio request?
And who in the hell wants to hear ‘Wooly Bully’?
I guess time really flies when you’re having fun. Or at least making stellar grades. I’m kicking ace and taking names in my Financial Statement Analysis class. Perhaps it’s because I’m brilliant. Or perhaps it’s becuse I’ve had two years of working with financials. Probably the latter.
Upon finding out how I did on my second test, I had to share my excitement with someone at work…
Emily: I got a 95 on my second test. I am a genious!
Tiffany: Wow, congrats. You really are a genius.
So, my spelling might be going down the crapper, but at least I’m rockin’ the good grades. Please note I got a 97 on my first test. Can I get a wha-what?
The more I cook, the more comfortable I get with making up my own recipes. Last night, for example, I had a pork tenderloin, a head of cabbage and a bag of Brussels sprouts. And from that, I whipped up a healthy, gourmet quality meal based on my own noggin and the stockings of my kitchen.
Where’s the beef? I cut a large slit down the length of the pork tenderloin. In a small bowl I mixed together balsamic vinegar, dijon mustard and rosemary (lightly adapted from one of Mary’s recipes). I poured the mixture along the slice of the tenderloin, and threw it in the oven to bake at 350* for 45 minutes.
For the next 30 minutes I walked Rocky.
Cabbage patch time. I sliced about 1/3 of the head into little shreds. I then heated up a pot with a smidge of olive oil, red wine (luckily I have a bottle in the fridge that’s expired for drinking, but still good for cooking), and some white wine vinegar. I threw the cabbage in there and let it cook for probably 15 minutes.
The sprouts. My favorite. I sliced them in half, coated them with a little olive oil, salt and pepper, and then threw them on a cookie sheet to cozy up with the pork in the oven. After about 10-15 mins, they were nice and golden, with a bit of crispness.
This meal was delicious, nutritious and cheap (I got the tenderloin when it was on sale for 1.99lb, or something ridiculous like that). Booya.