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So today I went to the RMV. I paid them $96 and they gave me a nice new license with my nice new address on it and a nice new 2 year registration document and sticker for Subi! I am legal again! Subi can be driven again! Of course, I still have to get him inspected And I managed to do it all at the tiny RMV in Cambridge, I didn’t even have to go all the way to the horrible Boston one like I thought! Oh, I’m so pleased. Yesterday was my baby brother’s 18th birthday. The last of my mother’s children is finally an adult… Alas, I had to miss his party since I was sick in bed. I was so excited to give him presents too! I got him liqueur chocolates that they carded me to buy! It’s a cool gray day today. Everthing outside smells like tar, as they just redid the bank parking lot next door. I love the smell of tar. It’s a hectic week.Mike and I are moving on Wednesday, and thus yesterday we spent all day packing up his apartment, fighting with the furniture (my legs are much the worse for it) discarding boxes and boxes of old mementos and bills (arrrr!!!!) and so forth. I admit a moment of pure doubt when I looked at the massive stack of random boxes and furniture — I’m moving in with ALL THIS???!!!!! — but I forced myself to be calm. After a little while. And then Thursday evening we have to meet with my pastor for ‘pre-marraige counselling’ and I am TERRIBLY apprehensive… I’ll go into that later. Today — the day I intended to pack up my own apartment and go to the RMV to sort things out for once and for all — I have been struck down instead with stomach flu and am thus am relegated to my bed, drinking flat coke and being bored. Well, all this morning I was too sickly miserable to be bored. But now I feel somewhat better (albeit so weak and weary I can barely move my legs) and so I’m bored. Bored stiff, and not getting anything done, necessarily. I haven’t had stomach flu for years. Years and years and years (I don’t count the time in 2002 that I threw up from hating my management consulting job so much). I was often afllicted when I was a child but I thought I had grown out of it. Besides, I dont’ know anyone who’s sick! Bleh! Now I just must pray that Mike doesn’t catch it, particularly on Wednesday!!! Of course, I never before had a boyfriend who succumbed to any of my diseases, but there’s always a first time… So I discovered that my car is also no longer registered and can’t be renewed (or thus inspected). Heh. It just never stops. I’m going to the RMV on Monday and hopefully then I can take of everything (though who knows how much more it’s going to cost me…!) Anyway, it’s official. Our wedding is going to be on Sunday, September 26th, the day after Yom Kippur. Be there or be square. Right now I’m trying to figure out the music bit (what music to play? And who should play it??) and it’s just too hard. So much planning! Ahhhhhhh! Honora is being so terribly useful. Went to book club on Wednesday, late. Sat next to Tracy, who filled up my wine glass seven times. Like a child or an idiot, I drank obediently. Tracy’s a lush of highest order and I couldn’t keep up. I haven’t been that drunk since one memorable falling-down night freshman year at MIT… Tracy has broken up with LP, our goalie, which comes as a huge shock to me, and yet… not quite. I staggered out, leaving behind a giant tupperware and a lot of baklava, after forcing Tracy to put my number into her cell phone so that she can call me at 5AM if she becomes too depressed. Mike and I moving in 5 days! I can’t wait, especially can’t wait till it’s over. Protected: When the saints come marching in
June 22nd, 2004 13:49
Enter your password to view commentsAhhh, I just found out that the mother-daughter pair that officially won the race had a total time of 60 minutes 20 seconds (as compared to our sadly non-recorded time of 47 minutes 22 seconds). Oh, rue the day! A job at last??So Harvard Med lady got back to me yesterday. I had about given up on her, since I last spoke with her in May and thereafter she wouldn’t answer my emails, but she finally did get back. It turns out that she is resigning her job (adds to hecticness) and also given all the incestuous politics involved here in the hospital district in Boston, no one was sure under which hospital’s jurisdiction the money for my pending job was and thus the paperwork took forever. But anyway she says it is still a go, and that as long as my references prove that I am useful and not insane, I should be able to start working in mid-late July or so. She told me the salary I requested is ok, and I’ll be put on for an 8 month contract initially which can potentially be extended, and it’s ok if I take off three or so weeks in September to get married. So this sounds almost too good to be true. I don’t trust it yet, although I know that their HR department has actually already contacted my references (I wrote to my reference people and gave them a heads up) just hours after I sent along the info, which is a good sign. I am keeping my fingers crossed and we shall see! I just found out that Brett is also working at Harvard Med at least this summer. Andy, Brett, and maybe me, that would be so much fun! Two of my favorite people in the world to have lunch with If this all goes through, I should be able to be mainly out of debt by the time my contract ends. And THAT would be a relief like no other. Protected: One more way Bryant voluntarily demonstrates his shittiness
June 21st, 2004 14:46
Enter your password to view commentsSo yesterday me, Mike, and my mother ran in a race in Rockport. It was a pretty big race, and my mother and I were entered in the Mother-Daughter race part of it (Mike was just running for fun). The idea being, that pairs of mothers and daughter would run, and the time of each mother-daughter pairs is added, and the pair with the best total time wins. Well, we TOTALLY would have won. But we fucked it up, because in our little race packets, there was a strange device that looked like one of those knee straps people with shin problems wear, so my mother told me not to put it on, and as it turned out, the device was actually an ankle device that clocked you as you ran by the start and finish lines! So we ended up with no official time, and thus couldn’t be counted. Big disappointment. The course was stunningly beautiful, though, and that really made up for it. I ran the course (5K) in about 22:55. First mile in 6:38. Not bad, especially considering the three horrid hills the course included. I thought I might die on the last one… Bryant wrote me an SMS wishing me much happiness on my birthday. I didn’t answer it. This is starting to remind me of that Gloria Gaynor song… Meeting up tonight for food with Honora. I know she’s going to have lots to say about my upcoming wedding. My upcoming wedding, heh, that sounds funny to me. I can’t believe it’s happening, in a way, and then on the other hand it’s impossible that it can’t happen, because it’s just… right to happen. We’re thinking Sept 4 or Sept 25: although Sept 25 is Yom Kippur, it doesn’t begin till sundown so it should be okay… No.19 is checking up on that for me. DUDE! Someone is selling a $25K *engagement* ring on Craigslist!!! http://boston.craigslist.org/clo/34307086.html |
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