The Adventures of Kristine

Remember my friend Jamie that I met in New Zealand? Last week I opened the mail box and was greeted with a care package from Scotland! Jamie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.  She knows what going on back here at home with my family & has been so comforting and emotionally right beside me despite the distance.  As I opened the package, it put a smile on my face because… well look,

… a cute little hat and some of her favorite lollies!

Thanks Jamie

My favorite summer weekends are those that take advantage of all the fun things locally that you can do outdoors.  This past weekend did just that.

Saturday morning, I woke up super early (ugh around 6) to go fishing on a party boat with my dad, two of his close friends from college, & my brother. It was a great day out on the water, a little breezy & super sunny. The one thing I wasn’t too keen about was the fact that the boat was super crowded, so it was hard to maneuver around. But whatever, we caught a bunch of sea bass &  it was great catching up with my dad’s friend and had a BBQ afterward. Later, my brother, one of his friends, and my friend Chiarina, & I went out in Red Bank for a couple drinks.  I really don’t go out all that much at all anymore, so it was a nice change of pace.

Dad & Jason

The next day, Kyle came over & him, my brother, Dad & I went to the Lobsterfest in Bradley Beach! Last Summer, I went to the Seafood Festival in Belmar and was wonderfully delighted by the amount of delicious cheapy seafood.  Plus there’s always vendors selling crafts &  musical entertainment, so it’s a guaranteed good afternoon.  Plus, who doesn’t love $12.00 lobster?! After we took a lap around & devoured our lobster, we headed out for some ice cream. Yummm

Hello Lover

Summer, out of all the seasons, zips by the quickest.  It’s important to spend weekends outdoors & really take advantage of the beautiful sunshiny weather.  When you think about it, winters are spent indoors, so it’s good to have that yearly balance. Does that make sense? Anyway, I fell asleep Sunday night very satisfied wondering, “hmm what fun things should I plan for the remainder of the summer?”

Way back when, before having a boyfriend or the idea of traveling far far away,  I was just a single girl with a low paying  job.  Looking back, it wasn’t all that bad – I loved my apartment, my friends are great, & there never was a dull moment when you were in New York City.

While waiting  for the subway a few days ago, a certain single episode popped in my mind and immediately I thought, “why didn’t I ever blog about that, it was hilarious”?

So here we go!

A few Decembers ago, my friend Emily invited me along to a party at Galway Hooker (fun pub type bar) for one of her friends celebrating his first year of getting through law school – it was an interesting mix of people; tons of other first year law students, some of Emily’s other old friends, her twin sister, & us. Needless to say it was a drunky night, fun-filled with trying to pass as law students ourselves (obviously it didn’t work out well because we didn’t know a thing about what went on at law school), dance partied around, and all and all just made a fun mess of ourselves.  Right around the time things started getting fuzzy, I saw a REALLY cute boy making his way around the bar.  So cute in fact that my drunk alter-ego pseudo followed him about, wondering how I could get him to notice me.  Sure enough, I’m guessing he caught on to my stalking ways & chatted me up a bit.  Somehow or another he took my number & said would call to hang out.

Hurray for me! Nothing was better than waking up the next morning safe & sound in my own bed & knowing that somewhere on the island of Manhattan  there was a cute boy in the possession of my phone number.  The following  Thursday, he actually called and said we should meet up.  I said, “that would be great. Why don’t you bring a few friends, I’ll bring out some girls, and we’ll go out in Hoboken”. He agreed and we decided that we’d meet the next night.

In general, you usually assume cute boys have cute friends.  I gushed to Emily & we were looking forward to seeing Phil (cute boys name) and the mess of cute friends he would bring along.

So Friday night arrived and Emily, her sister Lynsey, & I went to a bar close to the PATH to meet the boys.

In walked Phil and immediately I felt relief rush over me….I hate to say, but I was nervous my drunk version of myself made a mistake…phew still cute. BUT then came his two friends….

One was the tallest widest boy I had ever seen, but perhaps it was only because the other friend was a cute pocket size leprechaun. Immediately I whipped around to look at Emily & Lynsey and both of their jaws had dropped.

Oh well, didn’t look like we were making any lasting relationships.

Overall the night was pretty good; the guys turned out to be pretty fun – the super tall guy was kinda shy, but so sweet & the little one was a ball of party sunshine…but oh Phil. He ended up being a pretentious tool who tried again & again to impress me with how much he made, where he lived, and where his clothes came from. Yawn.

Later in the evening, Phil’s friends mysteriously disappeared leaving him behind, and he said “oh weird, my friends are gone…maybe I can just come over to your place till my car arrives”.

I didn’t know where Emily ran off to…sometimes she would get drunk & tired, and the sneak on home…but I did NOT want to be alone with him.

So I furiously texted her with a “GET TO MY APARTMENT NOW. AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE TILL HE DOES”.

Luckily, she only lived a 1/4 of a block away and came to my rescue just in time

So Emily, Phil, & I sat on my couch side by side, hoping to god there was an actual car on it’s way & not just some ploy to spend the night.

I’ve been reminiscing so much lately, being back around again.  I so appreciated my time being single and all the ridiculous situations I got myself in. But at the same time, it’s a relief to be out of that world.