1. Lounged on the beach and watched the Mermaid Parade with an old friend, my cousin, and her friends, and had a lovely little picnic.
2. Went to some wineries on the North Fork and lounged on the beach some more amidst the foggiest fog I have ever seen.
3. Started my new job and quickly became overwhelmed.
4. Lounged in a pool for a weekend drinking beer out of cans and watching beautiful fireworks from the roof deck of a mansion.
5. Worked some more, acquired more and more responsibilities.
6. Rocked out to some 90s cover bands and once again discovered how much I love my neighborhood.
7. Lounged around the house and did nothing while I was supposed to be cleaning.
8. Worked some more.
9. Got sick with a stupid sore throat and fever, in the SUMMER for god's sake.
10. Had my dad visit for THREE WHOLE DAYS while he was up in Brooklyn for an auction!! Amidst my illness, we did quite a bit of catching up... We ate some Filipino food and I introduced him to goat curry, he came to the bar to listen to jazz -- he was a big hit with all the guys and this resulted in him having a bit too much Jack Daniels, and then we took him and his country-folk employees out to a fancy Brooklyn dinner, where they were introduced to Pork Slap Ale. Awesome times with my dear old dad...
11. Went to hear the New York Philharmonic in Prospect Park. After getting terribly lost and nearly breaking up a few times, the Boyfriend and I eventually settled onto our blanket and drank wine, ate cherries and blueberries, and realized we actually kind of like each other a lot.
12. Lounged around the house and watched a lot of terrible TV.....JUST BECAUSE I CAN since I am a young adult with few responsibilities. HA!
13. Played bocce, drank delicious gin drinks, stuffed my face with meat at Yakitori Taisho, and was introduced to the new beaux of a friend, who I thought was very nice.
14. Woke up this morning....
So here I am. What am I doing? LOUNGING. I just read a lot of Passive Aggressive Notes and did some laughing on the inside. In my defense, I was somewhat productive, too. I just cleaned out my freezer. Why? Because the other day I filled a tall glass of water with about 6 ice cubes, getting ready for a nice cold glass on a hot day when, to my horror, I realized that my ice cubes SMELLED BAD. How the hell do ice cubes smell? Well, when your freezer is littered with the crap my freezer is littered with, it's easy. Here is what I found in my freezer:
1. Broken glass from a beer bottle... Explanation below..
2. Beer sludge all over the bottom and sides, from when I thought it would be a good idea to chill beer in the freezer... This was last summer. Apparently beer doesn't have enough alcohol to keep it from freezing, so it froze and the glass broke and we didn't really clean it up too well.
3. Rotten ginger. Ew.
4. Batteries. Why do we have 4 batteries in a baggie in the freezer? I don't know. We have about 20 of them in a box in my desk, probably melting, but whatevs.
5. A massive sheet of grayish brownish ice covering the whole bottom of the freezer. EW.
6. Smushed peas.
7. Southern Comfort left over from Chelsea's visit... in March.
8. Whisky, but in a vodka bottle -- time in freezer: 2 years.
9. Half a million of these little ice packs from when Nick had knee surgery (2 years ago) and all his medicine came in environmentally unfriendly styrofoam coolers with thousands of ice packs. For some reason we still have most of them.
10. An unopened bag of edamame. Yay!
11. How could I forget... 3 glasses full of BACON GREASE that Nick has been saving for months and months since he had an epiphany that the only respectable fat to cook stuff in was that of a pig's belly. I identified these as the probable source of the ice cube stench, allowed the fat to melt, and flushed it all down the toilet. Vengeance is mine!
I now have all 4 of my nice, clean ice trays filled with fresh water so that the next time I want to have ice water I don't have to hold my nose every time I want to feel refreshed. I feel like such a grownup right now. Since I cleaned my freezer, I don't have to clean my room, right?
Someday I will clean the fridge out, too, and I will tell you what I find. That is another post for another day...
1 comment:
I really miss hanging out with my dad in Brooklyn. It was a funny crossover to go to bars with him and have him come to roof parties in my hood. And hilarious when he hit it off with my friends.
Once when my mom came up I took her to L'Orange Bleu and we watched a bellydancer there while we ate French cuisine. She felt pretty cool and I felt like a good daughter. Miss NYC sometimes.
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