later on 6/29/07
Yesterday was shorts and tank top weather in Baltimore. Today - being 20 degrees cooler - was jeans and t-shirt weather at the Stadium. Tho, being perfect baseball weather, Tesse and I indulged in ice cream. Delish. Yankees win, Mussina goes seven innings. Delish.
And Tarzan? Closing next week. About time.
I'm reading this fantastic book called Medical Curiosities, about - what else - curious things in the medical field. It's all anecdotes and short bits about odd things that have been reported. Trust me, it isn't dinnertime reading, but it IS fun reading. Stuff I never learned in nursing school, that's for sure.
Amazing, with all the times I've been to Baltimore, I had no idea how close Camden Yards is to the Inner Harbor. Probably because we usually drive right to the park from 95, and then get lost going downtown. But it's only about a ten minute walk away.
So we went down on Tuesday, checked into the swank hotel (where the Yankees stay), and went to the game. We went right down by the field to watch batting practice, and Moose was right in front of us. Also Kyle Farnsworth, who was making some terrific running catches in the outfield - maybe they should get him off the mound and move him as far to center field as you can get. Terrific to see Roger pitch, he was terrific until he gave up the four Oriole runs that lost the game. Up til that point, he was great. The gametime temperature was a balmy 97, and we sweated it out til the end.
Yesterday, we did touristy stuff and went to Ft. McHenry, then had lunch in Fells Point and went to the Science Center (which reminds me of the Exploratorium in San Francisco, with all of the hands-on things). The game was much better, with Wang pitching wonderfully. Game time temp: 93. Because we had to drive home after the game, we left in the fifth inning. Good thing, too, because when we were about a half hour away from Baltimore, the game went into a rain delay. And then a second one. And the Yankees had just re-taken the lead when the second one started. Since it kept pouring, they eventually suspended the game, to be made up (starting at the same point in time) when the Yankees go back in July. I've never seen a suspended game.
Since the game is in a state of suspension, I've decided that my birthday should be, too. Therefore, I'll be celebrating the 12th anniversary of my 21st birthday all the way until July 27th.
So, plans are underway for the Great American California Ballpark Tour (which will have to be fully planned after the Great American Celebrate My Birthday in Baltimore Roadtrip, commencing tomorrow). The way it looks, Mom and I can hit all five major league parks in CA (Padres, Angels, Dodgers, A's and Giants) in a seven-day span, since they're all playing at home during the last week in September. The trick is to do it with spending as little time in LA (which - sorry, Ally - I can't stand) and as much time driving to, and enjoying, San Francisco (which - besides being next to Oakland, where Corrie's parents live - I love).
I'm excited, haven't been to CA since before Pete and Corrie's wedding, when I did the Seattle-SLC-Vegas-SF roadtrip.
The IRS made a mistake in my favor (as opposed to the state, which said *I* made a mistake), and they sent me a check for $270. Now I have spending money for Baltimore.
Happy birthday, Corrie!
Now I mean it, I will never eat again. MissyMink, Oliver and I went to dinner last night at Becco, on 46th Street. Since they get a huge pre-theatre crowd, we had to wait about 45 minutes for a table, but they made up for it. The incredibly handsome maitre'd, upon being told that it was my birthday and we didn't mind waiting, brought us three flutes of prosecco, which was bubbly and delicious. Perfect for summer. Then we got one of the two tables on their outdoor balcony, which is surrounded by little trees so you hardly notice you're right over 46th St, just up a floor. Their special is a "Sinfonia de Pasta" with three different pastas, as much as you can eat - last night there was a linguine with Long Island clams, olive oil and garlic, a goat-cheese and beet ravioli (not as good as it sounds, or - to me - just as good as it sounds), and farfalle with tomato-basil sauce. To start it all off tho, we had tomato and fresh mozzarella with fresh basil, a pastry with mozzarella inside, melted, caesar salad, some monkfish and calamari appetizers, and delicious focaccia bread. And olives. And breadsticks. We washed it all down with two bottles of red wine, perfect for summer and pasta.
We really had a terrific time.
"Small world" story of the week. The nurse that I'm orienting on night shift this week had his first night on Thursday. Which is payday. So the supervisor dropped my pay envelope on the nurse's station, and he glanced at the address. And said, "xxx Broad St? I used to live in that house." And he did - before we moved in. And when I asked his last name again, it turns out that he and his brother used to terrorize Eve's family when they lived down the block. A bit creepy, but that's the small world story for this week.
I'm so full, I don't think I'll ever eat again. Dad and I went to dinner to celebrate my birthday (since I'll be out of town on my actual birthday). We went to this terrific steak restaurant down on Gold Street called Flames. We split the steak for two, which was prime rib and shell steak, and oh - it was just delicious, melt in your mouth steak. They opened a really expensive condo/co-op/whatever across the street, so I joked that I must have lived at the cheap end of Gold St. Which is all of three blocks long, so it isn't that much of a difference. Real estate has really gone through the roof downtown since Dad first moved there (when there was nothing but offices) and since Jen, Missy and I lived there (when it was getting yuppified and NYU-ified).
later on 6/19/07
There is indeed a Lush store at The Pier at Caesar's in AC. I did absolutely no shopping because a) I lost all my money in the casino and b) I still have plenty of Lush bath things that I got in Boston. I don't like that Caesar's changed their comp system - you used to be able to earn points and get prizes, and now you earn something called reward credits that you don't seem to be able to do anything with. At least before, it was like flushing money down a toilet but getting a nice TV for your effort. Now you're just flushing.
But it was a nice drive down and back, it didn't start raining until I was already home.
I left a note at work yesterday for the woman who does staffing, saying something like, "you know, since there's an extra nurse on the 3-11 schedule today, and I'm doing two overtimes this week, I'd be happy to stay home if there are no callouts."
So voila, I end up with a day off (really, two, since I don't work til 11-7 tomorrow night). So I'm off to AC to get my free "birthday bonus" comp dollars and see the ocean.
I officially own my car! The title and lien release papers came in the mail today. Let's hope nothing falls off it or crashes into it now.
In perfect casting news, Michael Ball is going to play Edna Turnblad (yes, the mother) in Hairspray in London. That really is just perfect. I guess they won't need to use any body padding. I do miss the young Aspects of Love era Michael Ball tho, back when he was young and sexy.
If I can finagle the time off from work (via a complex pattern of vacation time, personal days and sick days), I think a trip to California is in the works for the end of summer. LA, San Diego, possibly an overnight jaunt to Vegas. I have to check with HR at work to see if I can finagle it. I haven't been to CA in easily ten years, I just remember it being hot in February the first time I went - since it was snowing here, I packed jeans and a sweater and had to go shopping once I landed.
There's a downed power wire near our house (I think it controls the cable television, which isn't working). I had to park down the street from the house after work, because the police truck blocking our street wouldn't let me in.
I've been having dreams about traveling and being in other cities. It either means I need to move out (which - sorry, Mom) - can't happen because I am bankrupt and have no money and am really happy where I am, or that I need a big solo trip, like to Paris or Vegas. I have a few vacation days left, maybe I can squeeze in a trip somewhere this year.
Happy birthday, Duncan! I very nearly went to Marie's last night, and had I remembered that it was your birthday celebration, I definitely would have. But instead, I drove straight home after the disaster that was act one of The Pirate Queen.
No traffic at all today. In fact, I was hoping to hit some traffic as I drove in, because I got to the Holland Tunnel at 3.30pm, and I couldn't go to the parking lot until 4pm to get the discount evening rate. Luckily, normal city traffic sufficed and I made it there about 4.10pm and got the discount.
Missy and I had a fun time at the game, even tho the Mets beat the Yankees 2-0. Great to see Roger Clemens pitch, even if he didn't have his best stuff. And then we hit the inevitable traffic after the game - that is, the pedestrian traffic that ties up River Ave. en route to the subway station.
Miserable day - I didn't get much sleep after working last night, paid $1600 and change for my car tuneup, got stuck in traffic all the way to city, heard disturbing news from James which means we probably won't speak for another three years, and The Pirate Queen was atrocious - we left at intermission.
At least I can look forward to the beginning of the collapse of the Red Sox, an event which is coming early this year.
There were passing thunderstorms all through the area last night, which looked pretty cool as we were sitting in the Stadium. One minute I'd be biting into a hot dog and the next minute raindrops the size of canned hams would be falling down. The sky with the rolling black clouds right next to clear blue skies was a nice contrast. The game started an hour late, and we won 4-1 over the Diamondbacks.
After the game, we dropped my car off at the Chrysler place in Freehold, where I'd made an appointment to have the 60,000 mile tuneup done. They just called now to tell me I have a transmission leak and a tie rod (?) in the front end needs adjusting, and a few other things that will run about $1500. They're going to call back when I can go pick it up.
I'm working 11-7 tonight, then tomorrow is The Pirate Queen and Friday is Roger Clemens at the Stadium vs. the Mets!
Happy birthday, Elizabeth!
I didn't get to watch the Tony Awards last night because I was at work (except for hearing a snippet of Raul singing as I walked past a room that had the TV on), and to be honest, I don't care. I didn't care for most of the nominees, and didn't see the others. I hate to say it, because five years ago I would have seen everything that was running and actually cared about who won.
Tho I really am surprised to see that David Hyde Pierce beat out Raul for Best Leading Actor - because I thought Raul was fantastic and David was just blah in a blah show. Maybe they thought Raul as a thirty-something single male in the city wasn't much of an acting stretch.
I was selected as Employee of the Month for May - very happy with that! My residents were congratulating me, which meant more than the staff.
Wow, you can already put down a deposit on (new) 2008 Season Tickets. It's JUNE, people.
I don't know what I did last pay period (probably lots of overtime and a holiday), but my check today is huge. I was able to pay Mom rent, pay Visa, and stick money in my ING Orange Savings Account (which I love, because they show you how much interest you've earned daily).
I feel rich. I should go to AC and blow it, but I don't have a free day to go.
It's 90 degrees out today. And sticky. I love it. I say that now, ask me how I feel after sitting outside for three hours with no breeze tonight.
Saw Inherit The Wind tonight, the production with Christopher Plummer and Brian Dennehy. We had tix for the seats on the stage (it's like you're part of the courtroom audience), which were great. You're close to the actors and there aren't any scenes that you miss out on. Denis O'Hare, following his performance as the gayest accountant ever in Take Me Out follows it up with his performance as the gayest reporter ever. He's terrific.
Since Mom and I had no plans today, we went in to the city early and saw the newly renovated Greek and Roman exhibits at the Met before dinner and the show.
Tomorrow I need to return the Clive Cussler book to B&N, then I'm meeting up with my coworker Rosa to go to the game.
Oh, I hate it when I go to Barnes and Noble, see the new Clive Cussler book, buy it, and then come home to find that amazon.com delivered it because I pre-ordered it two months ago.
I will not make the same mistake with Harry Potter. That one I know I pre-ordered.
Followed of course, by a blowout Yankees loss last night, where the starting pitcher didn't make it out of the second inning.
I had this weird dream last night. It started at a diner-theatre (yes, it was set in a diner) production of Company, which was more like a concert, and the audience didn't pay attention or know what was going on (parallel to the current production, who knows). And it was a production my friend and I really wanted to see, because we were discussing dates we could and couldn't go. It was too lifelike to be a dream. And then, after the show, I woke up in a hotel room in Boston, and went to meet my brother and his wife at Fenway. We went early, looked around some plaza that was like Monument Park but not as drab, and then got separated. I was sitting way way out in the outfield where you couldn't even see the game - it was like being across the street - so I decided to move up to better seats. And I forgot my shoes when I left, so I was barefoot. I moved down to where the dugouts would be - and the field was suddenly smaller like a little league field. And all of the other seats were in the outfield instead of the grandstand, and it was all of a sudden like being in an opera house with the diamond painted on the stage. The woman sitting behind me was my cousin, who couldn't believe I had a Yankees tattoo (and I couldn't believe she was in Boston), and then I ran into a coworker.
Thank god for the alarm clock, because I think I was about to get lynched by a bunch of rabid Bostonians if I stayed in dreamland.
Finally - a close, 9th-inning Yankees win last night. I stayed up til 4am watching the tape of the ESPN game (since we don't get it at work, and I wouldn't have been able to see any of it anyway, with my residents calling for me to hold their hands, call their husbands, give them a cigarette ("No! You just had a tube in your throat!" "But I'm fine now.")). And no Roger Clemens tonight. Maybe the Yankees should eliminate the middleman and open a hospital at the stadium.
So I'm driving to work - I went to Quik-Chek and then drove down Main Street. As I'm driving near the bank, a car in the opposite lane slid right off the road (and it wasn't even raining yet) and right through a garbage can, uprooted a tree and came to a halt. So I pulled over, called 911, and crossed the street. I told both of the people in the car that I was a nurse, and asked if they were alright. Luckily, they were. The car, however, is going to need some work. I think they were more shaken up than anything else. As soon as the police came down, I could leave.
Cellfone to the rescue!
later on 6/1/07
Just what we needed to start off June - a massive ass-kicking of the Red Sox, including five hit batsmen, one ejected pitcher and one ejected manager. What a great game. I can't wait to see how the rest of the weekend turns out - I'm asking Mom to tape tomorrow's game and bring it to me at work (since I'm working a double, maybe I can watch it on the night shift).
It doesn't feel like it's June already. I mean, weather-wise it does (it was 90 yesterday), but it's hard to believe the year is moving so fast.
It's hot and nearly humid out - supposed to rain on and off all weekend. I thought about driving down to AC with the convertible, but then I realized that it's Friday, and I don't want to be stuck in traffic. They opened this huge shopping plaza at Caesar's, and apparently there's a Lush store there. Maybe next paycheck, when I have a few hundred bucks to spend in the casino (and hopefully win many more), I'll go down for the day.
Thanks to some overtime, today's my only day off this week. I think I'll veg out and read.
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