For the second week in a row, I had a volleyball triple header. I play w/two different girls, so each Wednesday I expect to have 2 matches, which usually last an hour each. These matches are 2 vs 2, instead of 6 vs 6 indoors, and thus extremely tiring. This week, in the humid 90 degree night, I sweated through 3 matches. I must have drunk well over a gallon of water, and Masha, one of my partners, noticed. She commented that I must be the least environmentally friendly person in the world, drinking so many bottles of water.
Speaking of Masha, on Friday I hung out w/her outside of volleyball for the 3rd time in the 4+ years I’ve known her. She’s a freelance artist, SVA trained, and thus is quite a different person from myself. Since she didn’t work on Thursday or Friday, she organized a bar hop of sorts to a few west village bars and invited lots of her hippie/artist friends. I spent half the night talking to some 24 year old graphic designer who was extremely interested in my orchestral conducting. I’ve told this fib quite a few times, but this guy kept asking questions and questions. He was asking what my classes are like, what material I actually teach, what the students are like, what my career goals are, how I got involved, what I’m working on outside of school, what instruments I’m trained in, what my favorite classical composers were, and of course, could I write him something. I had to be so focused to pull this off that I almost curbed my drinking so I could keep it going. I wasn’t going to lose this battle. I ended up walking Masha back to the Path, and she mentioned that she’s looking for more work, to design, or paint or anything. I told her I’d love to help but I’m not really starting a company that needs new brands or signage or anything. It was such a beautiful night that I decided take that 1am 30 minute walk back to my new apartment.
Speaking of my new apartment, Saturday morning Steven and I walked over to Beth’s (one block away) to look at her couch. We sold one of our black couches when we moved out, and will be getting rid of the leather one too as soon as I follow through on my promise to buy a new one. Beth’s couch is about 1 year old, L shaped, w/a pull out section. It’s not modern enough for her, and her parents picked it out, so she’s selling it to me for about one quarter of what her parents likely paid. Which is probably close the maximum I would pay for a new couch. I realized that in order for the couch to fit nicely into the living room, we would need a matching painting above it. I called Masha to let her know I may need to commission something from her. She said we’d discuss once I got the couch and that she was on her way to go camping on Fire Island.
Speaking of Fire Island, Steven and I finally went out there on Saturday afternoon to visit his Aunt and Uncle who have had a 3 bedroom house in Ocean Beach all summer. We arrived around 7, and started drinking w/his relatives. They are very cool older kids. They don’t have children, he’s a top lawyer, she’s a Columbia statistics PHD who focuses on clinical trials. We BBQ, we drink, we talk, def good times. Then around 12, Steven and I hit the bars. Wow, have things changed in a year! The bars were the same, but the crowds had changed. Or maybe I don’t’ remember b/c last year I was with many friends each weekend and wasn’t really looking around too much at the crowds. This year, not only did we know considerably less people, but it seemed like a slightly younger crowd and a much more Italian crowd. I’m talking about a Growing up Gotti crowd, filled w/thick accents, steroids, out of control hair and attitudes. I’m not sure how they heard about FI, but the word is out that there are friendly chill bars, and now they are all but ruined. I emailed my favorite website, getoffourisland.com, to fill them in on the tragedy.
Speaking of Guidos, I left Fire Island around noon on Sunday to accompany my friend “Robin” to her coworkers wedding in NJ. I have never been to an Italian wedding before but it was exactly as I would have pictured it. The girls, the boys, the parents, the accents, the Italian music and dancing, even the Dad named Tony and the band named Carazzo. Interestingly, they did a Jewish Hora for about 4 minutes after dinner before dessert, w/the lead singer screaming out “are there any Jews in the house?!” The lead singer kept using the word “sexy” over and over. “Let me get the sexy mother of the bride on the dance floor.” “Where are those sexy brides maids.” If this was my wedding, I would have told him to use the word “beautiful” please. The power to the band went out for about 5 minutes and I thought someone was going to get shot when the groom was yelling at the building manager, saying he was ruining his wedding. If I were asked, without knowing either party at all, I would say that this marriage has a great chance to last, but has very little chance of being happy. To me, they just didn’t look happy, didn’t look comfortable, and didn’t look happy together. She seemed controlling and demanding and he seems to put up w/it b/c he just wants someone. I’ve also never heard more generic 1 minute from the bride’s sister, and the bride’s sister’s husband (best man). Apparently, the groom’s best friend wasn’t allowed to be the best man b/c the bride wanted her BIL instated. The whole thing was kinda just sad.
Speaking of being sad, weddings really make you feel lonely when you are alone. I spent a lot of the time thinking about who I would have wanted to go to the wedding with, and what I want mine to be like, and realizing how far that is from reality, and how much the ex wanted to go to a real wedding, and how bad I still feel about that whole situation every day, and how much of a girl I was for thinking about all these things! But damn I was a good date. I schomoozed w/Robin’s boss enough that he was impressed w/me, which is enough to set me apart from the other 100 men at the wedding who he clearly wasn’t impressed, which is enough for him to be impressed w/her, which is what she wanted by inviting me!
Speaking of wedding dates, though this one made me feel sad, I’m super excited for Jaime and Tom’s wedding down at PGA in Florida. They met while playing volleyball on my team, and moved to Florida, and it’ gonna be a super super fun weekend.
Speaking of super super fun weekends, for Jaime’s 30th birthday, she organized a cruise to the Bahamas on Labor Day Weekend. Not only is it my first cruise ever, but I’m the only person flying down to Miami for this. I’m a bit worried about the whole boat, sleeping, drinking, rocking thing…but I’ll keep the drinking to a minimum and I’ll do the pills and the bracelets and the behind the ear thingy. It’s gonna be sooo fun, I just worry I won’t get back in time for my Fantasy Football Draft on Monday evening.
Speaking of Fantasy Football, I have been trying for 6 months to organize a football Vegas trip on the weekend of September 20th. I figured land Saturday morning, watch and bet on college football, do the same on Sudnay, and fly back Monday. The cost of flights seems prohibitive for too many of the guys, even though hotel rooms are pretty cheap. We may end up at a CT casino instead, which means no sports betting. It’ll still be fun, but it’s no Vegas.
Speaking of Vegas….actually, you aren’t supposed to talk about Vegas…so I guess that’s all I’ll speak about tonight.