I would have to say that this was the official start of the trip even though it was supposed to be more of a send off. It was a recipe for egregiousness with some of my favorites scheduled to meet up. I drove down from boston with Richie and Rory and of course, I took my usual car cat nap for most of the journey. Though I did manage to wake up for enough time to leave my mark on a dunkin doughnuts bathroom some where in conn. where I also proceeded to loose my sunglasses. These were those expensive sunglasses you bring on a trip that you say to yourself while packing: "eeeh, I probably shouldn't bring these because I bet i'll loose them... Ahh fuck it, i'll bring em' anyway". whoops, no big deal, one less things to worry about loosing, right?
So after battling a little rush hour traffic the three of us managed to make it rory's friend terresa's apt. where we regrouped before heading out. I'm not quite sure how detailed I want to make these things because of the wide array of audiences that will be looking on. Obviously the more details the funnier but I think I will have to use the occasional omission as to not incriminate any third parties or even myself. So unfortunately the only truly outlandish story that comes to mind from the NYC pit stop will have to be saved for a later date. It involves an incredibly awkward love triangle that ends in a certain drunken someone having to take a bus back to boston at 4 am because a certain lady decided to switch her fancy to a different guy. All I have to say is I'm sorry grant.
Anywhoo, The weekend was a perfect send off; lots of good ole drunken laughter. I some how managed to, for the first time in my life, not spend a small fortune in New york city mostly accredited to the aid of my friends and blatant bad math skills of the bartender at the place we went Saturday night. We hit up a couple fun bars that would be posh by any of maine's standards; one called 'fat baby' and then other 'plan b'. I also got the chance to meet up with a couple familiar faces from the summer: garreth and jenn, which was great (thanks for coming out guys) We finished up the weekend with the traditional hung-over sunday brunch where the four of us (dan oregan was there) managed to disrupt anyone sitting in near vicinity of us with lewd conversation and loud laughter. I spent sunday night with my parents and cousin lydia, uncle joe and the kids which was very pleasant. (thank you very much lydia and joe for letting me crash there, and thank you parents for coming down to see me off). I didn't end up sleeping at all that night because of a mix of excitement and last minute loose ends to tie up.
So during this stop I decided that in addition to blogging travel recaps and stories, I would throw in a haiku for each entry or location. This would be carrying on a tradition I started in argentina on my outward bound expedition. during the trip, the group i hiked with kept a group journal and people would take turns writing an entry each day and then read it aloud. entry would range from recaps to sonnets to haiku's... The Haiku's were my favorite so here goes the first of many:
Refresher: haiku is a short 3 line poem, 5 then 7 then 5 syllables are allowed for each line respectively. And they don't need to rhyme, well mine don't
Goals for N Y C
try to not spend all my dough
this is just the start
well that one blows, i need a warm up to get my poetic juices flowing....
till next time
