So as I said in my first post about Firefly Music Festival in Dover, Delaware, I wanted to make an entirely separate post about the performances I saw to really get into each one without posting a mini-novel that no one would read. And a month later, I am finally delivering. (To be fair, I still think about a lot of these performances daily, so I feel fine about the delay in this post’s publication).
My first roommate was my sister. I don’t remember it much, but I’m sure she hated it. She’s seven years older than I am, and I can’t imagine any self respecting tween enjoying cohabitation with her kid sister. When we moved into a bigger house, sometime when I was in intermediate school, I think, she and I became housemates, rather than roomies.
Next weekend, whether you like it or not, is the official unofficial end of summer. The Labor Day weekend crowd hit the roadways with family as they all try desperately to escape the humdrum before school gets going, the weather gets colder, and we all switch into a different gear. This year is my first in 22 that I’ve actually felt it as “the end of summer” and not just another holiday weekend.
Today’s Monday just really feels like a Monday. I’m tired and the day has barely begun for me. I don’t want to focus on the fact that I have to be at work in 45 minutes, or on this blog post for that matter. No, my mind is focused on days where I wasn’t eye-level with a computer screen all day. Let’s travel back…
This past sweaty, sunny, generally heat stroke inducing weekend I spent in the Village of Saugerties, some 100 miles north of NYC. I was with my ADPhamily (Society) on our summer grad retreat; a weekend of brotherhood or something but most importantly time spent at an AirBnB that had central air. On our last day, Sunday, before heading our separate ways we paid a visit to Opus 40, a ginormous rock sculpture thing 15 minutes outside of the village.
The past two days were spent on the beaches of New Jersey with two of my closest friends. Towards the end of the night we decided to take a walk on the boardwalk and go on some of the rides. I’ve grown up on family vacations to amusement parks and have always looked forward to going on rollercoasters and rides that left me upside down.
My post is a day late (sorry, angry mob) but I have a good reason: yesterday, my lovely mother and I went to Mohonk Mountain House in New Paltz, NY. Earlier this year, my mom had expressed an interest in the spa there, so, as a pre-emptive thank you for watching my hog while I was away, I got her a gift card. She hadn’t had a chance to use it yet, so we decided to book appointments and head up to the mountains together.
When you don’t want to spend (lots of) money but you want to still experience life and all its facets, you’ve gotta get creative.
Last week marked a big change in my life: my first car, a bright blue Nissan hatchback, was traded in. It had a good run, considering I was the one driving it and, though I think myself a good driver, I’m not great at keeping material objects in one piece. The ’08 Versa, purchased by my grandmother on my behalf in 2011, was all mine for those ensuing five years. I managed to put an exorbitant amount of miles on it, for a variety of reasons, people, and music festivals. I didn’t quite reach the 100k mark (I was about 5,000 shy), but now, I’m on to the next.