Monday, May 12, 2008
One Last Visit
In between this post and its predecessor, I have done a lot of looking forward to the summer and legwork for both the car and the apartment. Just when I had finished that, my FAFSA response arrived in the mail today, necessitating another round of form-filing.
Far more fun was this:
Another trip, another corresponding blog entry. This past weekend I made use of my remaining Airtran voucher to visit Atlanta. As usual, I began my trip on Thursday. I drove to UNC to submit apartment papers and then to visit my graduating seniors and accomplices. We celebrated a birthday with Panera and pottery painting, and then a trip to Lake Jordan. I will likely see all of them again in the near future, be it over the summer or next year at school, but it was difficult to simultaneously say goodbye and express how grateful I was to them for being my only friends within what we like to call "spittin' distance."
I drove directly from the lake to satellite parking at RDU. I passed through security, beard and all, with nary a second glance. Did I mention that I am growing a playoffs/Omer beard? It will probably last until Lag B'Omer, but I think five weeks will be enough.
My first Atlanta activity was a late-night publix run. Somehow this came to include eating a whole yo-yo, which is a delicious, if unhealthy chocolate-covered cookies and icing sandwich. Late-night set followed, and then sleep. Friday I worked at CSI, exercising my expertise in sending out mailings. Rabbi Avi and I then went to the Bresserie for lunch, though not before I introduced her to the wonders of the Great Harvest Bread Company. I could not bring myself to try something new and different, so I settled for wings and the steak burger, without regrets. After lunch we made challah dough in the bread machine and then braided and cooked it in the oven. While I was waiting for the dough to rise, I had Avi's brother Aaron, smack me around with every single Brawl character he had earned. At least I had half the KOs that he accumulated.
Dinner was a hamish affair, with Misters Killip and Klein joining us. We had delicious fish, kinwa, sweet potatoes, green beans, challah and salad. We talked, sang ate drank late into the night. OK, 11. People get tired.
Saturday we walked to the baseball game to watch Tech hammer Clemson. Afterwards we went out to dinner and went bowling. I came close to breaking 100, but my form was more inconsistent than the Celtics come playoff time.
Early Sunday morning, a storm broke over Midtown and Jason and I tried to capture our first lightning of the summer, but with no luck. Sunday was Mother's Day, so we avoided the restaurants early, until we had a late lunch at the West Egg. We then went to the park for some work, napping and football. For dinner, we met up with the Killips at Pita House, the more northerly and less gastronomically dangerous of the Atlien shwarma dives. It was fairly good, with a lack of side effects, so no complaints here.
HJIA was nuts Monday morning, but I still managed to make my flight with time to spare.
I have one week to prepare for camp before I head up for my Midwest tour. Then, camp!
Far more fun was this:
Another trip, another corresponding blog entry. This past weekend I made use of my remaining Airtran voucher to visit Atlanta. As usual, I began my trip on Thursday. I drove to UNC to submit apartment papers and then to visit my graduating seniors and accomplices. We celebrated a birthday with Panera and pottery painting, and then a trip to Lake Jordan. I will likely see all of them again in the near future, be it over the summer or next year at school, but it was difficult to simultaneously say goodbye and express how grateful I was to them for being my only friends within what we like to call "spittin' distance."
I drove directly from the lake to satellite parking at RDU. I passed through security, beard and all, with nary a second glance. Did I mention that I am growing a playoffs/Omer beard? It will probably last until Lag B'Omer, but I think five weeks will be enough.
My first Atlanta activity was a late-night publix run. Somehow this came to include eating a whole yo-yo, which is a delicious, if unhealthy chocolate-covered cookies and icing sandwich. Late-night set followed, and then sleep. Friday I worked at CSI, exercising my expertise in sending out mailings. Rabbi Avi and I then went to the Bresserie for lunch, though not before I introduced her to the wonders of the Great Harvest Bread Company. I could not bring myself to try something new and different, so I settled for wings and the steak burger, without regrets. After lunch we made challah dough in the bread machine and then braided and cooked it in the oven. While I was waiting for the dough to rise, I had Avi's brother Aaron, smack me around with every single Brawl character he had earned. At least I had half the KOs that he accumulated.
Dinner was a hamish affair, with Misters Killip and Klein joining us. We had delicious fish, kinwa, sweet potatoes, green beans, challah and salad. We talked, sang ate drank late into the night. OK, 11. People get tired.
Saturday we walked to the baseball game to watch Tech hammer Clemson. Afterwards we went out to dinner and went bowling. I came close to breaking 100, but my form was more inconsistent than the Celtics come playoff time.
Early Sunday morning, a storm broke over Midtown and Jason and I tried to capture our first lightning of the summer, but with no luck. Sunday was Mother's Day, so we avoided the restaurants early, until we had a late lunch at the West Egg. We then went to the park for some work, napping and football. For dinner, we met up with the Killips at Pita House, the more northerly and less gastronomically dangerous of the Atlien shwarma dives. It was fairly good, with a lack of side effects, so no complaints here.
HJIA was nuts Monday morning, but I still managed to make my flight with time to spare.
I have one week to prepare for camp before I head up for my Midwest tour. Then, camp!
# posted by Daniel @ 3:26 PM 
