JT jokes that I e-mail too much, which is probably a pretty accurate statement. It's by far the easiest way to get in contact with me, and apparently, even those who live with me have caught on to my thriving reliance on Google's greatest invention. This morning, I woke up to an e-mail from my own father, requesting me to have my "things" packed for our ski trip by noon tomorrow so he can enjoy the Jets game in the afternoon. It was an endearing little note. Oh technology...
The past few days have been quite fabulous, packed with lots of city gallivanting, from strolls through Park Slope and happy hours in the Meatpacking District. Wednesday, after doing some vintage shopping at Beacon's Closet and downing Brooklyn's best pizza with BL, I dined on wine at Art Bar with my two favorite Stonehill alums at my favorite hipster chic hotspot. Five hours later, I was on a train home, ready to do it all over again. A hop, skip, and a second later, I was back on a city-bound train to meet KA and JT. After finally making it to the West Side's High Line Park, KA and I hightailed it to Murray Hill to meet JT, where we enjoyed a delicious dinner at Cask, before embracing our inner Longhorns at the Galway Hooker, where "the big game" was projected on a monster screen. It was like Christmas and a 21st birthday combined for the fair JT, minus Colt McCoy's shoulder snafu(?).
After all the Stonehill reunions this week, I seriously need to get back to my second home!
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