Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Let's Get Meta!

The following post was written (mostly) last week and I was going to post it, but then I got ill.  Being ill is never fun, as I'm pretty sure is known to everybody, but it's been a while since my body reminded me of that mean little fact.  Now I feel like I've lost a week, so it makes a little bit of sense that this post is a week late.

This weekend, a gaggle of my aunts and uncles gathered at my parent's house out in the burbs.  Mini-reunions of this sort are few and far between and it was entertaining to say the least to observe the dynamic between my dad and his siblings.  I am always a fan of family time and this weekend proved to be no exception.  Hearing stories of the good ole' days never fails to bring tear-wrenching laughter to the table.  During the dinner prep, my Aunt Sarah turns to me and asked, "So Morgan, what are you looking forward to?" Thiking very small, I responded with, "in this meal?" Nope. She meant in life.  Wham.  Way to kick this conversation up a notch and put the pressure on.  It's interesting- I have someone ask me some version of this question about once a month and I always panic that my answers aren't interesting enough.  It's terrifyingly easy to get into the lather, rinse, repeat routine of stumbling out of bed to get to work on time, literally kneading and whisking the day away, returning home to spend a few hours in my apartment puttering and before I know it, a week has passed.  And I love my job.  I can only imagine how people who hate their job and count down the seconds before they can roll out of the office feel. We started this blog three (three? seriously? wow.) years ago to document our adventures and remind us all that we always have time! Now that I've had time to think about an answer, Aunt Sarah, I would say, "I'm really looking forward to the daily adventure!"

Okay, enough cheesefest time. Let's get to the adventures!  This past weekend (now I'm typing in present tense. Confusing, I know...apologies) was the Head of the Charles Race.  The two-day regatta features crew teams and individuals on the Charles River, racing against each other and the elements.  In all the years I've lived in the city and surrounding area, I've never actually seen these races even though it's an event that allegedly drew 300,000 spectators to town and has gotten so popular that the organizers are considering adding a third day next year.  This was our year to finally see what all the hoopla was about! My roommate, Cam, decided there was no better excuse than boats to throw a delicious and fabulous brunch party before heading to the races.  I awoke on Sunday to Cam at the helm in the kitchen, with the aid of her helpful brother, frying up bacon, arranging homemade coffee cake, vegan pumpkin muffins, a bevy of quiches, an tureen of fresh fruit and a platter of potato and apple hash.  The coffee bar, and more importantly, mimosa bar was already in full swing.


Now this is a Sunday morning I could certainly get used to! The festivities carried well into the early afternoon until we all packed up some thermoses of... coffee (ahem, mimosas) for the road and it was to the river we went! To be honest, the races themselves left something majorly to be desired, especially since I had no idea what was going on, what the rules were or which team was rowing.  The excuse, however, to spend the day outside was greatly appreciated.  Eventually we ended the day with a serious pile of homemade nachos and a win for the Patriots (sometimes, I pretended to follow football.) The funtivities truly helped dull the pain and annoyance of the previous week's illness.


Random questions to think about:

Do regardless and irregardless mean the same thing?

Could pumpkin pie vodka possibly be a delicious, yet disgusting invention?

Why does the iPhone always change were to we're, no matter the context or how many times you switch it back?




Monday, October 1, 2012

Hello October!

One may think that my lack of posting is a reflection of my oh so busy life but I can't say that I've accomplished such monumental things like roadrunner Morgan over here. (It still shocks me that she now run races - and let's be honest, if it weren't for the photos, I would think she was just joshin' around.)

Morgan already covered the whole farewell summer post a few weeks back but now that we live apart and lead our own lives, I guess I'm entitled to steal her idea and do one of my own.  Summer feels like it really ended today as I wore a fall coat to work.  Anyway, I told myself I would really commit to traveling this summer (as much as my schedule would allow) and I managed to fit in quite a bit. My last trip was to Iceland - which is really an amazingly beautiful country and the trip was really a blast. I hate going on vacations and then trying to sum it all up because it never really does the trip justice so I won't recount stories here but I'm sure all you dear readers that I know in real life will hear them sooner or later.  As much as I do love summers in this city, I get really excited for the change over to autumnal activities and loads of pumpkin flavored things.  October will hopefully be filled with some apple/pumpkin picking (I need to get on my pumpkin carving game FAST as I'm planning on entering a carving competition soon), some maize maze action and lots of peppermint mochas (yes, I know that's winter-ish but I like to be one step ahead).  Oh and it should also be filled with Morgan visiting and now that I've publicly called her out on it, she better step up her game.

Monday, September 17, 2012

The New Me?

This past weekend, I accomplished something I never even imagined I would try.  I ran in, and completed, my first 10k! I still find it hard to believe that the girl who would dream of various potential accidents to self-inflict (hammer to the knee? tripping down the main staircase?) in middle school to avoid running the timed mile, would ever be crazy enough to sign up, train for and FINISH a 10k.  This past year or so, I've taken up running as a means to combat the impending obesity and diabetes my profession is sure to inflict on my body.  My contempt of this form of exercise has diminished from a a deeply rooted hatred to a middling tolerance even, dare I say, occasional enjoyment? I asked for and received new sneakers for Christmas and even invested in far from cheap exercise clothes to serve as incentive to maintain the little shape my body had obtained.  The last pair of sneakers I owned were purchased in middle school.

So late this spring, when my friend (and roommate) suggested we all sign up for the Color Me Rad 5k race in July, the concept was just fun enough sounding with being far enough in the future to remain abstract that I agreed to participate.  Similar to the Color Run, but on a much smaller scale, that 5k promised packets of vividly colored corn starch that would be hurled at us by onlookers and at one another leaving all participants a rainbow of color.  Every kilometer or so, a new color was provided.  Not surprisingly, July 15th rolled around far too quickly but the fun and casual vibe of the race was just enough to convince me that maybe, these race things people had been talking about for years, weren't such a bad idea.

Perhaps this might have been a false sense of security, but when another friend sent out an email chain proposing participation in the Trails to Ales Portland 10k, the concept didn't sound half bad.  The responses ping-ponged into my inbox while I was at work and before I knew it, I had my credit card out and I had signed up! Instantly, a sense of doom overwhelmed me but I figured a combination of peer pressure and public shame if I didn't participate would be just what I needed in order to mobilize and actually run. The problem with this strategy was that convincing myself to run in the summer heat and humidity as training proved quite difficult and before I knew it, August 15th rolled around and race day was a month away.  While my co-runners all lamented that they too hadn't trained enough, I knew for me, that wasn't an option.  I had to kick my butt into gear.  The days I allowed myself to come home from work, sit down and then try to rally were not an option.  I set my alarm early and went for runs before work.  I wore my running clothes to work and ran home. I by no means ran every day, but I was making a solid effort.  I hoped that would be enough, but I wasn't sure.  My co-runners were a former college soccer player, 2 half-marathon runners and 1 Boston marathon runner. Needless to say, I was the weak link.

Race weekend rolled around and plans were made for our mini road trip to Maine.  I was so excited for every aspect of the weekend except the race itself.  I had told everyone my plans- coworkers, friends, family. There was no backing out.  As I like to say, thundercats were a go! The morning of race day dawned and our sneakers were laced.  I could not have ordered a nicer race day in terms of weather.  The sky was piercingly blue and the air was refreshingly crisp.  The route circled the Portland Harbor, providing ample scenery to distract myself with along the way and ensured a relatively flat course.  I was extremely nervous as we milled around, pinning our race bibs to our shirts and stretching our hamstrings.  We filed to the start line and the gun went off! I had my phone with me so I could listen to music as I ran, but found it more comforting to run alongside my rockstar friend who pushed me to never slow down to a walk.  Together, we finished in under an hour! I clocked in officially at 58:04! I think I'm still coming down from my runner's high.  This is by far my biggest physical achievement in my life.


The race ended with an after party sponsored by Portland Pie Pizza Co, Whole Foods, a massage parlor and most importantly, Shipyard Brewery.  What better inspiration to run than free Pumpkinhead Ale? Not a shabby reward.  They had originally promised us two free beers per runner, but eventually just started handing out the extras.  Between the gorgeous day, the impressive race times and the amazing company, I would without a doubt call my first 10k a success!

We shall see how I feel in the coming weeks but running may remain an active part of my life.  We've even been emailing back and forth today about signing up for Bay to Breakers, a half marathon in San Francisco!

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Farewell Summer!

I have to say, this summer has been pretty legendary.  Seeing how it was my second summer as a workin' gal, but the first summer with semi normal hours, I took full advantage of my free time and the fabulous porch(es) attached to our apartment.  There is something wonderful about the freedom adulthood brings. My free time is truly mine, with no papers or studying looming over me.  I'm a huge proponent of the belief that there is plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.  While this has led to many struggle filled mornings at work (let's just say my Saturday morning shift is never pretty) my stories of the evenings before are well worth the sleep deprivation and only occasional alcohol headache. Between free outdoor classical concerts on the Charles at the Hatchshell, Shakespeare in the Park and training for a the first 5k and 10k (more on this later) of my life, the nights and occasional mornings have been action packed.  I got to actually go to Canada this year, and celebrated my return (I couldn't go last year due to my old job) by bringing seven friends with me.  Having fourteen people total was a first for Lackawanna Island and the guest cabin, and PB and Al had no idea what was coming. It was a first that will definitely be repeated.


                
Both the adults....
And kids (no matter how old we get, we'll always remain the "kids")  had a blast

After the summer I've had, September loomed with an increasing sense of bittersweetness.  There is something truly unique about the change in spirits and general demeanors of New Englanders after beeing cooped up all winter long and flip flop season begins.  To me, part of what makes summer so special is the very fact it doesn't last forever.  If I have to say goodbye to beach days, at least I can take comfort in the fact that pumpkin donuts and apple cider are just around the corner.  That being said, Labor Day has a funny way of sneaking up on me, but I feel very good about my farewell to summer this year.  My family decided to throw a traditional lobster bake for the first time. This proved to be a challenging endeavor but that did not slow my dad down.  He borrowed custom made racks from a friend (who knew such a thing existed??) recruited my brother for all the manual labor (who doesn't love digging 3'x3' holes at 7 AM on a Saturday morning?) and proceeded to stress out until the moment dinner was served.  No amount of internet research could have properly prepared us for all the hiccups we were to face, but I think all 18 guests would agree that undercooked potatoes and gritty steamers aside, the experience as a whole was a must repeat.  Dad's already done all the post-event YouTubing one could imagine to troubleshoot and prepare for LobsterFest 2013. 



The men braving the hot coals to ensure a properly prepared lobster bake

Monday, September 3, 2012

Welcome to the Jungle

Morgan has really been winning the blogging battle but I, too, am back with a new post. I spent some time reading old posts and was pretty shocked by how many posts we had! We shared a lot of great, hilarious moments with all of you dear readers.

Anyway, I spent some of the weekend being hipster in Brooklyn (note: I wasn't being a musical hipster at ezoo, just a normal Brooklyn hipster). I finally made the trek to Brooklyn Brewery though for some quality day drinking.  It was an afternoon well spent - though it is actually much smaller than I imagined.  It's been on my list of things to do for years and I'm finally able to cross that little guy off the list.  We also noticed a lot of infants at the Brewery - which I actually find oddly encouraging as it's nice to see these families still have a life.  I also have found that my old age is setting in as I got to the Brewery, went to get my ID and...did not have it.  The kind man at the door let me in anyway (because I'm hot, probably) but I also pulled this same move on the evening of my birthday. That was not one of my finer moments but my friends were rockstars and saved me that night. Well, I continued to panic at the table and then found ID wrapped up in museum tickets.  Typical ID.

Well, I will leave you all with a lovely tidbit I read in a hipster Brooklyn book that made me laugh way more than it should have. What is the highest-frequent noise that a human can register? Mariah Carey.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

What did people do before digital cameras?

One of the many items on my ever growing to-do list is to clean up my computer.  As in go through and delete unnecessary files. This proves to be a daily struggle because I am a bit of a hoarder when it comes to my digital life.  For example, I have 14,616 songs in my iTunes library.  How in the world did I ever come to have forty days worth of music?  iPhoto contains 10, 868 photos.  I know I really like to go on adventures and all, but seriously? My mission to delete anything, however is transforming to be an overwhelming marathon down memory lane.  It's pretty impressive that I walked away from both middle and high school with a phenomenal group of friends, some of whom I currently live with, based solely on the "cool factor" these photos depict.  This doesn't even begin to draw on the age before digicams, and my two memory boxes full of actual prints that I had to purge through when my parents moved out of my childhood home a year ago.  Just to give you an idea of what a winner I was:

... just kidding.  I was going to post my personal favorite gem from my 16th birthday, but then I remembered: this is the internet.  I've watched enough Law & Order to know that data never fully disappears from the internet.  You'll just have to trust me that it was atrocious.


One of my favorite benefits of the age of digital cameras is the sheer number of photos we are able to take and keep without having to pay for shoddy, blurry, out of focus prints that missed the intended subject completely.
This photo, for instance, was taken from the roof of a dorm at NYU overlooking 5th Av of which my then friends and I illegally snuck onto. Sounds cool, sure, but I've taken far better versions of the photo and still, this one stays in the library.  

I still can't delete those ones from my iPhoto library, even though they essentially depict nothing.  The thing is, however, that I remember, distinctly, almost every moment before I pushed the shutter button, even when the result was a blur.  What is it about that action that simultaneously logs that moment in my brain.  Does everyone else experience this phenomenon too?


The funny thing about memories, at least for me, is how random they are.  Some moments of my life I can relive as if it's happening this very moment.  Others, no matter how often other people remind of, it's like they happened to somebody else. For instance, the first five years of my life, I lived in Atlanta, Georgia and I remember none of it.  Every time I have a flash of a memory that I believe to be from those years, my mom tells me that no, it's actually from Kansas, where we moved after my alleged southern years.  Now, I know what you are all thinking, that I was adopted and have suppressed all memories from my early childhood.  I too would believe that theory save the fact I look almost identical to my brother, and share a very distinct nose (and personality) with my father.  I digress.  I just find it incredibly intriguing which moments the mind decides to hold onto and which ones it decides to throw away.  I love that due to a digital camera, I can idly flip through thousands of photos on my hard drive and relive some terrible angles, questionable outfits, and beyond unflattering haircuts.  Hopefully, I've figured out how to put the whole package together with a little more grace, but I have a sneaking suspicion that a few years down the line, I'm going to look at photos taken from these moments in my life and think, "Really, Morgan? Get your act together."


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The moment you've all been waiting for...

You may be surprised to see a super fresh and fly blog post finally reappear on the world wide web.  That's right, folks. We're back! Though a serious amount of time has passed since we blogged, and quite a few changes have occurred, Ami and I have decided that it's time to bring unridiculous back.  Just like Justin brought sexy back. I think we can all agree that the two are quite similar endeavors.  I hope everyone is as excited as we are, but even if you're not, that's okay because the sheer joy I got from rereading old posts makes it completely worth it. If I can just reference you to the moment Ami scared me so hard that I scared her back...body shaking laughter ensued from that trip down memory lane.

To briefly catch all our superfans up, the biggest change in our lives is the fact that I abandoned Ami and moved from NYC to Boston.  So, unridiculousnyc is a bit of a misnomer, but we hope everyone can roll with the punches.  I now live in Cambridge and work in a restaurant/bakery in Boston.  Life is crazy, but I have to say I'm loving it.  Ami still lives in NYC but works at a big corporation (instead of for Boss.) She lives with Jason, a fact I am green with envy over, but I figure if I can't be her roommate, he might just be the next best thing.  Let's be real, he's a way better roommate than I ever was! His planning skills=unparalleled. But more on that later.  I miss Ami terribly and hopefully this blog will not only serve as entertainment for our followers, but also a great way for us to stay in the loop.  Don't think that means we don't speak anymore because that couldn't be further from the truth, but it's just one more way for us to entertain ourselves.  So please stay tuned to read about some amazing adventures and funtivities the two of us undertake.  Life is simply too unridiculous.