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Lingering Weekend Thoughts
Did you have a nice weekend?
I did. It was wonderful taking Friday off from work and having a full three days to relax, eat and drink.
That’s really all I did this weekend: eat and drink. I also, very reluctantly, dressed up as Waldo.
I spent the weekend in Fire Island with a group of my college girlfriends. Fire Island in the summer is warm and wonderful. Fire Island during a ridiculous October weekend is, apparently, very very cold. Thank goodness for leg warmers, which I wore nonstop (I really didn’t commit to my Waldo costume at all — unless there’s a version in which Waldo wears stretchy pants and blue slippers).
Halloween has never been my thing. I don’t like costumes. I’m sure I enjoyed the holiday when I was little because my mom is creative and hooked me up with great outfits, like the one year when I was a picnic table. That was really comfortable and easy to Trick or Treat in. Thanks, Mom.
But beyond Trick or Treating age — which comes a bit before high school in my mind — dressing up on Halloween just isn’t fun for me. Maybe that’s because I spent my whole life dressing up in dance costumes so it lost its appeal on other days? I’m not sure.
In college I sucked it up senior year and wore a black dress and some ears and was “a cat.”
My plan was not to be a “slutty cat,” but looking at this photo I’m thinking I could have benefited from a dress that actually fit up top. Oops.
My favorite Halloween was in 2009, when I got to dress up as a bridesmaid.
It was a perfect fall day, and my brother and his then-fiancé got married in New Hampshire.
Ryan and Michaela: Happy Anniversary!
This weekend, though, my friend Lauren hosted us all at her Fire Island house and she wanted us to dress up, and so I did, because I like her. The plan was to go to a big Halloween party on the island on Saturday night, but the sideways rain, hail and freezing temperatures kept us all warmly bundled inside the house. Fine by me.
Overall the weekend was a great escape from the city and it was so good having all the girls together, since we kind of live all over the northeast now. It’s gotten way too difficult to get everyone in a room at once since graduating from college, so I appreciated being together, even if it did mean I had to wear a half-assed costume.
I also have a few other lingering thoughts on my mind after the weekend. Do you want to know about them?
There are few things in life that feel better than putting on a huge, cozy sweatshirt on a cold day.
When I packed for Fire Island, I contemplated putting together some nice little jeans-and-sweater outfits. And then I was like “screw it,” and threw on the biggest sweatshirt I could find. I was much happier that way.
Space heaters are really smart inventions. I spent most of the weekend sitting directly in front of one and I was impressed with how warm it kept me.
This leads me to my next point, which is that I really want to invent something.
Fact: If you put apple cider in a pot on a stove with some mulling spices and cinnamon sticks, and then put Bourbon in it, and then you pour the concoction in a hollowed-out apple, it is good.
I obviously had nothing to do with this creation beyond consuming it. Not my brain child. I get no credit.
Apparently when you play Apples to Apples, the green cards you end up with are supposed to “describe you.” I’m not sure I agree with this little theory, but it was fun having it in the back of my head…
…because apparently, according to the rule, I am loyal, swollen, impulsive and expendable. Swollen, yes. For sure. Even Brian has finally — very kindly — admitted that you can see “signs of Steroid face” in my photos. I can’t wait to get off these drugs.
I don’t know how I survived college. I drank a lot. I ate a lot of Pasta Sides and 5 am omelettes. How did my body not shut down on me? And how did I never get flare-ups in college? This weekend, I got drunk far too quickly and easily. It was kind of pathetic.
On Saturday night I fell asleep repeatedly on the couch while everyone else raged around me, and I was the first one in bed. I also had a hangover on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. Strong showing, Ali.
Running around Fire Island is always amazing. When I went out this summer, I would go for runs on the boardwalks, along the bay, up by the ocean and out by the lighthouse.
In an effort to shake off my little hangover yesterday, I went out for 5.25 miles, and they were lovely. I bundled up but actually got warm fairly quickly and stopped back at the house to shed some layers.
And to use the bathroom. But of course.
During my run — which was surprisingly fast and I was giddy about my pace — I saw tons of deer. One even ran out right in front of me and I wanted to pet it but I mostly just screamed a little.
In college, my hangover cure was a bacon egg & cheese sandwich. Now I cure hangovers with runs, and it works shockingly well. I don’t mind this lifestyle change.
My stomach keeps waking me up at 3 am. It doesn’t matter what time I go to sleep. At 3 am, every night, I wake up in pain. I’m pretty sure the past few nights this was due to the wine consumption, and I deserve that, but oddly 3 am seems to be the “Ali Loves Crohn’s/Colitis” hour.
My final random thought of the day: People change and they grow up and sometimes they grow apart. And that’s OK. When we were in college, my friends and I had everything in common, because “everything” at the time was a love for Velveeta shells and cheese, Franzia boxed wine and local bars.
Now, we’re all coming into our own and figuring out what we want to do with our lives. We’re starting to become the people we want to be when we “grow up,” and I think that’s fun and exciting. This weekend I thought a lot about the fact that my friends and I have all taken very different career paths and are settling down in different places. Our interests and passions are different — I don’t think they all look at marathon running and think “fun” quite like I do, but they still support me and my choices — and as nice as it is to have friends who share your passions, it’s also nice not to. It keeps things diverse and interesting.
I’m really excited to go back and read this post someday and be like, “Ali, you should have kept those thoughts in your head. You are not cohesive. This all made no sense.”
But for now, I’ll wrap up this rambling by saying I feel very happy to have such wonderful people in my life. Some of you get me and some of you don’t, but you stick around anyway. So thanks for that.
ANYTHING ON YOUR MIND? Share your lingering thoughts! Bonus points if they don’t make any sense!