Return of the....package
The night started off low key enough, but it took a wild tangent later on. Bree and Ali came over to my place for some drinks and NCAA basketball. During a commercial break, we flipped channels and were surprised to see the Miss USA (or America, does it really matter anyway) pageant. Being outnumbered by girls, Ali had to put up with our brief critiques of the contestants. A key rule is always rooting for your home state (or at least one that is nearby). Well two Midwest girls (Missouri and Kansas) were both in the top ten. Hurrah for state pride! If you don’t know already, girls are critical of each other and can be quite bitchy/catty. We ripped into Missouri because she had on a whore’s evening gown. Seriously, what is with excessive cleavage in a “scholarship” program? Bree commented that they only win $10,000 scholarship money, and they probably paid more than that for dresses, training, and diet pills/plastic surgery. Anyway, Kansas (and her soooo five years ago hair do) was third place.
Funny story of the weekend. I had a girlfriend stay over for the weekend (names withheld to protect her identity). She was taking a refresher course in the city on Saturday and Sunday. Now the course was required to maintain an aspect of her job. However, to receive credit, you only needed to physically be there (the entire time). Evidently people commonly show up and either play video games, watch movies, read the paper, or even nap during the lecture because you just needed to be there. Being the astute scholar that she was, she actually planned on taking notes and learning something since she did have to pay for the class. Well we had a very good (and late) night on Saturday. Unfortunately, she started getting the urge to puke while sitting in the Sunday class. She would excuse herself to the restroom and wait for the sensation to pass. Unfortunately, just when she would return to her seat, she would get another urge. Those of us who have been cursed by the phantom puking feeling know how miserable it is. She was worried that she would not get credit because she was spending so much time in the bathroom. Being the genius that she is, she approached the woman in charge of the seminar. She then told the lady “I’m sorry, but I am suffering from morning sickness, I really want to get credit, but could I have a private room so that I do not disturb the others”. Pure genius I swear! The poor woman couldn’t say no because it was such a beautiful thing (plus she even offered her crackers). Not only does she get credit, but now she gets a private room (so she can suffer alone). Sorry boys, look like you will have to find a different brilliant excuse to cover a hangover.
Okay the celebrity star sighting of the week is...
Thursday was dubbed by my sister as “the day we didn’t stop walking”. In the morning, we took the subway (her first NY subway ride) down to the southern most tip of the island. From there you could hop on a ferry to Stanton, Liberty, or Ellis Island. The lines convinced us to just look at Lady Liberty from the main land. With the zoom on cameras nowadays, we really didn’t need to waste the 4+ hours. After breathing in the sight of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island we headed up into the financial district. Well first we came across a guy selling imitation prada purses from a garbage bag. We made the mistake of hesitating in front of him, and he proceeded to follow us for five block shouting “I’ve got more purses, come with me for a purse”. Finally we lost him at a red light (to which I made my sister dash across the street in order to flee from the crazy guy).
I picked up my baby sister, Tiffany, at the airport Tuesday night. She had never been to the big apple before, so I intended to so her as much as possible in three short days.