Ok, so I probably made a mistake at the beginning of this vacation. I NEVER drink before packing. I had a busy week last week and didnt get around to packing until Saturday night after we closed Jewels. As everybody can tell from my most recent blog, I had a pretty bad day on Friday. My Jewbro decided to treat me to dinner to let off some steam on Saturday night after the show. So, we went out to eat at The Deluxe. It was supposed to just be dinner and a drink, but Jewbro had some friends in town that were at the Stumbling Monk and wanted to stop by for a beer before he took me home. I agreed, thinking it wouldnt hurt to relax a bit after a hard week.
I had never been to the Stumbling Monk before, even though Jewbro tried to convince me to go a few times. It was a nice atmosphere, smaller, with only beer. A pub, per se. I met his friends and we hit it off. I decided to stay for another beer and chose to walk home afterwards. Somehow, I ended up getting quite drunk and walking home around 330 am. I still had to pack and refused to wake up and pack because I have a fear of waking up late and not having my clothes packed. So, I stayed awake packing until 6 in the morning. Went to sleep and woke up at 1030 am. I felt fine, aside from my stomach hating me for drinking the night before. I had to recheck everything I packed and was fine. Off to the airport feeling like shit, I changed my seat to an aisle seat in case I needed to use the bathroom and waited for my delayed flight to arrive.
So, finally, I arrive in Newark around midnight and had to find my way to NYC via airtrain, train, and cab. I finally got to NYC at 2 am and spent the night at our good friend JK's. The next day we woke up and it was time to have my whirlwind NYC comeback. We were out by noon and went to Central Park, Soho, Union Square, and a few other places and on the train home to Downingtown by 630 pm. Home by 930 and chilling. I was already exhausted by this point, but the week had just begun.
On Tuesday, DJ and I tried to sleep in. I say tried because I always have a big problem sleeping when I come to the east coast from the west coast. Yeah, its only a 3 hour time difference, but I already go to sleep so late, it really fucks with my head. I go to sleep between 1 and 2 typically on the west coast. So, when I come to the East coast, I cant fall asleep until 4 or 5 in the morning due to the time difference. Then, I usually need to wake up by 8 or 9 am if I want to do something other than sit around the house all day due to transportation needs. So, I get no sleep and am generally exhausted whenever Im home. So, anyway, on Tuesday DJ and I went to Coatesville to check out some of the damage from the arson fires that have been happening in the last year. Its kind of crazy to be honest. There have been over 30 arson fires in the last year, 23 of them since January 1st. Its insane. I heard about this on the news in Seattle, its such big news. Its kind of sad to see my hometown be burnt to the ground. Somehow, they have no idea who the person or people are behind the arsons. So...we drove around and were taking pictures. And at one point there was this really frightening guy that was just chilling in his car. When we got back into our car and I took a picture from the car, he turned his car on and started to follow us. I panicked and started doing some crazy turns to out manuever this guy. I was afraid of confrontation. I dont know if this guy was a town watch guy, an angry homeowner, or the FBI. All I know is, if its the FBI...sorry mom...they probably have your license plate number. Anyway, after that we picked up my bro, checked out an Underground Railroad site and went to our
favorite, trashy stop at home, Walmart. The rest of that day was followed by dinner with the Scoobies.Wednesday, DJ and I went into Philly. We had to get driven to the train station to go into the city, so we got up super early. We got into Philly around 1030 and from there until 6, we accomplished so much it was frightening. The short story is we went to Independence Hall, Benjamin Franklin's former house and museum, South Street, Broad Street, Rittenhouse Square, Society Hill, First Unitarian Church, Monk's Cafe(an awesome belgian pub), and Chinatown. We finished and came home for dinner. Stayed up watching Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo, a nice, light funny movie.
So, this morning came and we decide to sleep in a bit. We drove back into Philly and went to the Philadelphia Art Museum. Although PAM is one of the most impressive museums Ive ever been to (or for that matter danced in front of), Im not big on art museums. DJ loves them, so I always suck it up and go to a museum or two when we are out of Seattle. Luckily, we could only go for about 2 hours because my brother, another DJ, had a guitar lesson. We came home, chilled for an hour, then dinner, then I visited my old dance studio. I showed up to catch up with my former director and former teacher, somehow I ended up teaching a bit of partnering and pointe class. ha! I loved it though. It made me realize that I look forward to becoming a teacher and shaping young dancers to do what I love to do. It really felt good.
So, this is why I always end up coming home more exhausted than I was before I left. Whats up next? Tomorrow is sister, mall, synagogue (blech....long story), drinks, and Saturday is valentines dinner with scoobys and bowling. The worst part of the weekend will be Sunday, when we have to take a 2 1/2 hour train ride to newark, just to take a 6 hour flight home. SUCKY SUCKY! Anyway....Ive written a blog that is WAY to long! So, I hope everyone is having a great break, and if you arent a dancer at PNB, I hope you are having a great week :) Ciao!
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