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10:00 AM - Wake up. Go back to sleep.
10:30 AM - Actually wake up. The boyfriend is coming to visit from Long Island today. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for this all week. Gotta get all purdy for loverboy.
11:12 AM - His train won’t be here until 1:34. Does this mean I have to actually do something until then?
11:42 AM - Neighbor comes in to talk about her evening. I’m dancing around in my huge tie dye dress. Greenwich Village holla.
12:56 AM - I should probably make my way to Penn soon. He doesn’t really understand subways or anything about the city and I’d be a bad girlfriend if I left him to figure it out himself. We’re in lurv.
1:33 PM - He got lost. I decide I’m walking to Penn so I can explore on the way there and kill some time.
2:04 PM - He’s here. Insert cheesy hug.
2:30 PM - Nick (he has a name!) comes and meets the roommates, sees the neighborhood, etc. This is my first time showing someone around. I feel like I know it better than I actually do. This comes back to bite me later.
4:00 PM - My friend from home comes by for a bit. We steal a sandwich in Kimmel and get a thin crust pizza. Just writing about it makes me want another. Have a friend eat their sandwich before you go on line. Two for the price of one!
5:34 PM - We meet up with the girls of the floor at Stand 4 for a milkshake. Nick and I shared the Apple Pie one…I highly recommend it. But get your own – sharing sucks, though it makes for nice pictures.
7:09 PM - Quality time with Nick. Okay, next time stamp.
8:25 PM - Meet up with brother on 2nd Ave and 7th Street at Sushi Park. Delicious and cheap sushi! He treats us to dinner. Family rocks.
8:58 PM - In the restaurant, this chick Michelle comes by to say hello. She goes to NYU! And she calls me “Safe Ride.” I guess there could be worse freshmen nicknames, like the kid down the hall who threw up from falafel the first night.
9:41 PM - My brother takes Nick and I to a party. I’m asked what I’d like to drink and I realize I don’t even know what I like besides wine. Freshman problems.
9:43 PM - A text is received along the lines of: “Vaporizer+Romney=?” It appears we will be watching the Republican Convention at his apartment while engaging in other activities.
10:03 PM - We’re hanging out on the roof and a blimp goes by. A fucking blimp. Bizarre.
10:47 PM - Romney speeches (and especially his audience) make for better entertainment than I thought.
11:30 PM - Losing at beer pong on the roof because we didn’t know how to account for the wind. Yeah, that’s why.
1:28 AM - Volcano & shots later, Nick insists we stop at a halal cart.
1:35 AM - Why did it take so long…
1:48 AM - Where the fuck am I?
2:00 AM - Why did you stop to get food?! NO, I don’t want a cab!
2:48 AM - We eventually find our way back and I am incredibly cranky and snappy because I don’t like navigating my first big night out. AKA while I’m drunk and safe ride won’t come get me in the middle of nowhere.
3:00 AM…ish - I pass out and Nick and I squeeze on the twin XL. I wish we had air conditioning. I wish I had energy to blog but I lack the words. I’ll do it early, though my current state of mind would make for an interesting story.
3:05 AM - Snore.