.. I wrote that post while I was still on the road on my cross country trip from Colorado to Pennsylvania. A lot has happened since then, I guess life got in the way of blogging. But so far I've ran into three people I don't speak to regularly or at all who have told me that they like reading my blog and keep up with it. SO, since today and I am sitting at home all night, babysitting my dog who's in a cone (I'll explain that in a minute) I figured I would try and type my life out since it's been so damn good.
To wrap up the road trip, I got back to Lehigh and went to the frisbee girls' house to pick up my car and water Emily's plants. That girl has a lot of plants. A. Lot. on the porch, in the kitchen, in her room, on the roof. plants. flowers. cacti. you name it. My car was blocked in and I panicked for a bit because Rob had to leave home for Jersey but he didn't want to leave me if I didn't have my car. Turns out Em left me a car key to move her car and all was well. I watched the movie Kingsmen twice in a row that night, too tired to do anything else. The first time was for me, the second time was with somebody else. Luckily for you, I don't kiss and tell. I actually ended up missing Lehigh's graduation ceremony that I wanted to go to because I was too tired from the road trip. Actually, the graduation ceremony was the only reason I went back to Lehigh instead of going straight home to Jersey. But, as it happens, it worked out fine.
The next few days I spent at home are pretty much a blur. Monica, Robbie's girlfriend, came to visit. She flew in on Wednesday. Mom and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to rearrange all of the furniture before she got here. We weren't happy with the layout of the living room and the den, so we were just like, fuck it, let's switch them. So we did. and it surprisingly turned out really really well. My favorite black, leather sectional couch is in the den, where the big TV is. and the two leather chairs and the round side table got moved to the living room, where it's much more secluded. Moving furniture is actually a pain in the ass. But the entire time, I couldn't help but say "I'm having so much fun", because I was having fun. I'm a big fan of moving furniture around. Anyway, Monica is here, and she's from Cali and went to school with Rob at Boulder in CO. She's a total doll. I love her. We hung out for a while. I learned that the game Heads UP! is actually dangerous. (see instagram). At some point I saw Pitch Perfect 2 with Elizabeth. I got a good laugh from it, although it was a bit short of a cinematographic masterpiece. Then, one of the days, I shut my finger in the front door of the house and ripped some skin off of it.
The highlight of my life so far since summer has started was Memorial Day Weekend. Which also was my cousin Jake's birthday (and the twins, Carly and Lyndsie). I picked up Josh from his cousin's house in Colts Neck on Friday morning and we went to Normandy Beach to prep for the weekend. Sam and Jake got there shortly after us and we had a lot of work to do. We had to finish decorating the garage with picture frames and make sure there is enough room for people to sleep. Jake and Sam pull up in a huge pick-up truck and in the truck bed is, I shit you not, a pig. No, not a live one. Picture this cold, wet, dead little piggy who was gutted, tied up, and put in a bag. I didn't even know what to say. But their plan for the weekend was a pig roast. They had two kegs, and just armfuls and armfuls of booze. Josh and my first job was to get to WaWa as fast as we could to pick up ice for this pig. How much ice do you need to keep a pig cold? I dunno, do you? Nope. 18 bags of ice sound good? yep. So that's what we bought. A few of Jake's and Sam's friends got there on Friday night, and we hung out at the house and got to know each other a little. It's sometimes hard for me when I'm there because all the cousins, Jake Josh and Sam, all seem to know each others friends, or at least, it seems that way to me. And not many people know me. So going into this weekend, I knew 4 people that were going to be there. At most, there was about 30 people there. However, by the end of the weekend, we were chatting and had said that everyone there was really, really great company.
Saturday morning we woke up at 8am to get the pig roasting. People just started showing up at all hours of the day, we got some games going, some music playing, and there was just some good, wholesome fun. I learned a few new drinking games, and made some new friends. It was awesome. I can't explain much more to you, because "What Happens At Club Grieco, Didn't Happen", but I will do my best. By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, I found myself asleep in the garage on the couch, awoken only by a group of 5 people that I didn't know but they knew me, dancing around and singing one direction. It was probably about 5pm and I heard the song "Kiss You" and it happens to be a favorite of mine. So I got up, put on my snapback (that wasn't really mine, it was Cam's, who is one of those girls that books are written about, my god) and my sunglasses, and danced. and sang. and rallied for the day. I'm pretty sure I was hungover by that time, but a few (seven) ibuprofen later, and I was fine. Before I knew it, there was talk of "wanna go out?" "when are we going to Hemmingways?" "who's all going?". Shots were taken, mostly of fireball, mostly out of sea shells, Ubers rolled up, people were scrambling around. It was a free for all. But somehow, we all ended up at the same club, and even managed to grab a booth. Bar or a club? I honestly don't know the difference. I think it has to do with size. I would rather not say what happened at Hemmingways that night because A) I don't really even remember and B) the parts I do remember do not need to be repeated on the internet. But you can only imagine that it was a damn good time.
That night I slept on a half-inflated air mattress with no pillow and no blanket. Woke up and found my phone, and a full bottle of water on the bed. I love you, Nalgene water bottle. Never let me down this entire weekend. Checked my wallet; ID, check. Credit Card, check. we made it folks. we did it. We got our lives together and made it to the beach. I tried to prevent a sun burn, but alas, that shit is inevitable. I even purchased a bottle of sunscreen for myself, and applied rigorously, the most rigorously I've ever applied in May. Yet, still sunburn. I purchased the most beautiful Navy Spirit Jersey that has Normandy Beach written on the back. It's something that I would steal from somebody if they owned it. But now I own it, so I don't even have to steal it. Sunday night we held a Beer Pong tournament. Played with random partners of either Boy/Girl, or Girl/Girl. It was absolutely boss. I had such a good time. Ridiculous. My partner was Becca, this short, curly haired girl who was easily as good as I was at beer pong. Our first team we played was her boyfriends team, and we ended up beating them. I hit the last cup, and it was great. We celebrated so hard. We lost our second and third games, knocking us out of the tournament, but the two teams that we lost to were the ones who ended up in the final four. So, I don't feel that bad. I don't know what even Sunday night was, I think it was pretty chill, and I wish I could say more, but I can't. I have some snapchats of the night I might post on here with this post. I haven't decided yet if I will. but, what happens at club grieco, didn't happen.
Monday morning people started rollin out, and the clean up started. I bet you're wondering, where are the parents in this situation? Well. Because of the entire party, my aunt and uncle left for the weekend to stay at another cousin's house. absolutely absurd. My aunt is completely anal about her house, and keeping it clean, and basically it just got trashed. We cleaned up as best we could before she came home. I thought it looked pretty good. the rest of sunday was spent on the beach, soakin in them rays. and by that I mean getting more sunburned. This weekend was one for the books, and if you were there, you know, and if you weren't, then you just can't.
Josh and three of his friends and I got dinner at the Patio Bar last night and it was just the perfect end to the weekend. The sun was setting, our table was at the edge of the deck, looking out over the bay, there was live music playing, we had drinks and shrimps and oysters (yes I tried one) and nachos and calamari and clams and lobster rolls, and it was just fantastic. I've never had a summer start out so great.
Both of my brothers had the stomach flu last night, so we spent the night in watching Harry Potter. I fell asleep on the couch at 9pm and woke up in my bed at 11am. You could say that I was wiped out. I woke up this morning and walked into my mom's office to over hear a phone conversation of her and my step father about my dog, Ted. If you aren't aware, this dog is the love and light of my life. I have never met a more amazing, brilliant, loving and sweet creature in my life. He loves easier than any human could ever love, and he loves me. A rare trait to find for me. So as you could imagine, hearing that he jumped out the window of my family's Tahoe going 50mph almost brought me to tears. I almost started yelling. but once I calmed down, I had to wait until my step dad got home and brought him inside. He was limping a little, had a gash over his eye, and road rash all over. My step dad said he heard this huge noise and looked into his rearview, slamming on his brakes and almost hitting a pole trying to pull over, all while watching his baby puppy dog go tumbling down the shoulder of the road. Boom, boom, boom, this poor dog just slammed along the highway. Just hearing this story was horrifying. I cannot imagine watching it happen in person, because my step dad loves this dog more than I do, and I say that with full confidence, and I love this dog more than myself. Mom took him to the vet and they patched him all up, nothing too serious, but he has to wear a cone so he doesn't bite off his bandages. My step dad took the Tahoe to the cleaner to get the blood and fur out of the carpets. My family is so busy that unfortunately they can't be home for a portion of the night to take care of the pup, so that's where I come in. I'm sitting on the couch, with this baby at my feet, miserable in his cone, watching chopped and typing up the blog. I don't have a strict schedule, so fortunately I was here to watch him. I'm making sure he's happy and is not licking his bandages. I also have to hand feed him and water him because his cone makes sure he can't hit the ground.
I'm so sunburned it hurts my insides. This is nowhere near my worst burn, but it's still not pleasant. It's a light burned glaze over my whole body. I'm looking to eat some dinner sometime soon, and can't stop craving fried chicken. If anybody wants to come over and have dinner with me, I wouldn't say no.
this post is super long. I didn't even proof read. no regrets. I should probably either blog more frequently, or have less detailed blogs. But let's face it, if you've made it to the bottom of this blog, then you had the time to read the whole thing anyway. and now, I leave you with the song of the weekend: Trap Queen.
