Non-ironic post filled with irony

I find that my blog postings, or lack thereof, are particularly ironic. I've mentioned before that I don't blog whenever my life is filled with blog-worthy events or feelings. Perhaps because of the time required, but I think its more because I can't do the experience justice with my words. Others excel really well at this, but not me. Maybe I could better keep tabs on my life with a series of audio clips of me yelling in excitement, or laughing relentlessly, or maybe even photo blog.

So that said, here is yet another super update.

I believe I left off with the new roommate, yes. We'll call him housemate #2, or just #2 for short; the first once is obviously housemate #1. I use housemate because the term roommate is not quite accurate. #2 is a good guy. His style can best be described by my first interaction with him. When I picked him up from the airport, he was standing there waiting for me with just a messenger bag and a box of bike parts. It was all he had as he left everything else behind in Washington (state, that is). I admire how thrifty he can be. Sometimes its too much for me, but its showing me just how far someone can stretch some cash. And in this economy, that's not a bad tip to know. Perhaps the funniest interaction we've had is when I was packing my car for a trip to Jersey for Thanksgiving he looked at me and asked if I planned on returning, noting that he showed up to live for several months with fewer items.

I worked remotely the Wednesday before Thanksgiving in the comfort of my grandmother's living room. I think I may have been more productive in that environment than in my office, oddly. Thursday, I enjoyed good family times and a remarkably delicious turkey dinner. I regret not helping in the preparation of the feast--I feel that I missed a perfect opportunity to learn a cooking tip or two from my mother and grandmother. I've been considering taking cooking classes recently, for I like cooking but just suck at it.



On Black Friday, I took my brothers into the city (NYC) for some walking about. I had fun, but I can't say I'd do it again. I would've rather gone into the city for the parade the day prior.

Saturday after Thanksgiving, I was to go out fishing with two of my uncles on their boat. It was an awkward morning laced with several set backs, all of which turned out to just foreshadow the boat actually breaking down (steering column linkage broke) before leaving the slip. It was probably for the better because my uncle and I could then spend the day preparing for the next day's activities.

Sunday morning, at the crack of dawn, my uncle and I set off for Landover, MD, home of the Washington Redskins, for their bout with the New York Giants. I purchased two tickets off of a coworker who had season tickets. They turned out to be excellent seats, 10th row! We left NJ around 6 AM and arrived to our tailgating location by 9:30 AM ON THE SUNDAY AFTER THANKSGIVING! I was surprised at the lack of traffic, especially the lack of stupid traffic since it rained the entire journey and the entire day for that matter. Allow me to list the content of my car for the trip: Me, Uncle, my luggage for a week, winter clothes for the game, a folding table, a folding chair, a small tailgate-grill, a medium size cooler, and a weekender tent. All the items picture below fit with me in my MINI!



Giants won! I can tell you that I was cold, wet, and miserably having the time of my life! See the bold text in introduction for an brief explanation of the game itself.

Introducing Miss Two. This is the nickname for a person I've been seeing. I may have previously used "we" or "us". I use the nickname Miss Two for a variety of reasons including birth date relative to mine, her address, her job, her telephone number, and a variety of other reasons. I do not use this nickname to represent placement, position, or order of any kind.

Monday I spent the most amazing day with Miss Two in Washington DC. We went to the National Museum of American History, saw a rare planetary clustering, and toured the monuments. Again, please refer to the bold text in the introduction. It was all rather romantic, inspiring, cold, and fun!



Fast forward nearly a week and I get invited to New Jersey for another Giants game! This time against the Philadelphia Eagles. We (the Giants) lost the game. The boys in Blue just didn't show up to play. The last time I was in Giants Stadium, the game was against the Eagles several years ago--maybe '04. We lost then, too. Ironically, Plaxico Burress was the players pictured on the ticket for this game, yet was suspended from play due to a nightclub (self-) shooting incident. He has been the center of media attention for the past week. Hilarious! I thank my uncle for the tickets! All in all, it sucks that the G-men lost, but it was still worth the trip. And I got to stop by and have dinner with Miss Two to boot.

I've been invited to what sounds like an awesome way to spend a July 4th. My Uncle invited me to fly out to Phoenix, hop on a motorcycle, and bike/camp a 900+ mile ride to Laguna Seca, a famous racetrack near Monterey, CA. I'm about 80% sure I'll do it. My options are to ride his Ninja 1100 or rent a BMW. Hmm... I hope this trip feeds two deep desires--to drive a motorcycle cross country, and to bicycle/camp or hike/camp a weekend-long trip!

Next week I take to the highway again, NJ bound. It will mark the third Saturday in a row sleeping in NJ. Miss Two and I are seeing the Rockettes' Christmas Spectacular show. I'm excited!

Thats all for now. Stay tuned next week for my post explaining nothing about the Rockette's show!