I know I haven't written in a while, but I decided I go ahead and post something quickly. I have a test in a couple of hours, which I haven't finished studying for (wish me luck!).
Well, it seems that this month is full of birthdays, at least in my circle of friends. I've been so busy just making all these birthday parties, it's kind of exhausting. One of my friends had a pretty big party a few weeks ago at some bar. I actually knew almost everybody there (we're talking about over 100 people). I decided to invite a closeted gay friend of mine, and one of his friends. I was a little worried we would all get a too tipsy and reveal something that would make us uncomfortable in the future. Well, we all got VERY tipsy (thanks to tequila.... really... that drink should be illegal!) but thank G-d nothing crazy happened, except that my gay friend was sort of hitting on my cousin, but not in an overtly obvious way.
One of my other gay friends also had two birthday parties: One for the straights, and one for the gays. I got invited to both... aren't I special! =) I meant to go to the straight party, but couldn't make it in the end, so I had to show up to his gay party. I found out that only 13 people showed up to his first party. At his second party, only me and another guy showed up. I felt kind of bad for him, but we had fun anyway. We went ice skating, which I do not know how to do at all.
The other bday party I went to was someone who I don't even know that well, but I'm friends with the host of the party, so I decided to show up because I wanted her to show up to my party, which was coming up. It was a LAME party full of people I've seen before but never had any interest in speaking to because I thought they were kinda odd. I tried talking and making friends, but felt so uncomfortable that I immediately left after like an hour. That was a LONG hour.
Finally, came my party (well, me and my brother's bday party since our bdays fall so close together). We had about 50-60 people show up. It's not THAT many people, but everyone I wanted to show up did, and we had a GREAT time. I met new people, drank with friends, danced with others. There was even a serial butt pincher who pinched me. I kind of felt violated at first, but that quickly turned into flattery. =D
At first I was hoping to perhaps meet someone at my party, but decided this was a night dedicated only to having fun. It's bad when you have expectations to find someone at these parties, because it makes you have not such a great time in the end if you dont find that someone.
Anyway, that has been a great month so far. I also have vacation this week (President's Day Week). This weekend I'll be attending yet another birthday party, and then Purim is just around the corner.... I think I'll have to join AA next month!
Well, that's all for now. I ended up writing a lot more than I intended, and now I have less time to study! Wish me luck on my test! =)
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Funeral =(
Today I attended a funeral of a friend who I was not really at all that close too. She was more of a friend by association. She was my close friend’s/ neighbor’s sister-in-law.
When I first moved into the Flatbush area, my brother would come over for Shabbos, and we would make it a point to hang out with our friends; a lot of the time she would be there. I actually liked it when she was there because she had a very unique personality; she was very sarcastic and playfully a little bitter, but in a funny way. After a few times that we hung out, she was diagnosed with cancer. That’s when I saw less and less of her as the months went by. We would get updates from her sister. Sometimes she was doing very badly, other times she was doing much better. Just a few months ago, we received the news that she was making a lot of progress, and was doing very well. I was wondering when I’d see her next.
Just this week, I got news that she was back in the hospital, and that she was not at all well. Last night a friend called my brother telling him that she may not make it through the night. For some reason I didn’t really believe the news. I mean it did hit me, but after a little while I assured myself for some reason that she would make it. This morning as I got into work, I received a phone call from my brother that her funeral would be today. The news hit me really hard. I was actually tearing up as soon as I hung up the phone. I was tearing up even more at the actual funeral, as I heard the whimpers of her sisters and her mother, as her body was being lowered into the ground.
I don’t know why I was saddened as much as I was. I wasn’t even close to her. Maybe it’s the fact that she was so young, and had so much promise. It’s also just horrible to see any family mourn the loss of a loved one. When things like this happen, it really gets you thinking and puts a lot of things into perspective. I guess death is what makes life so important (I heard that on tv somewhere).
When I first moved into the Flatbush area, my brother would come over for Shabbos, and we would make it a point to hang out with our friends; a lot of the time she would be there. I actually liked it when she was there because she had a very unique personality; she was very sarcastic and playfully a little bitter, but in a funny way. After a few times that we hung out, she was diagnosed with cancer. That’s when I saw less and less of her as the months went by. We would get updates from her sister. Sometimes she was doing very badly, other times she was doing much better. Just a few months ago, we received the news that she was making a lot of progress, and was doing very well. I was wondering when I’d see her next.
Just this week, I got news that she was back in the hospital, and that she was not at all well. Last night a friend called my brother telling him that she may not make it through the night. For some reason I didn’t really believe the news. I mean it did hit me, but after a little while I assured myself for some reason that she would make it. This morning as I got into work, I received a phone call from my brother that her funeral would be today. The news hit me really hard. I was actually tearing up as soon as I hung up the phone. I was tearing up even more at the actual funeral, as I heard the whimpers of her sisters and her mother, as her body was being lowered into the ground.
I don’t know why I was saddened as much as I was. I wasn’t even close to her. Maybe it’s the fact that she was so young, and had so much promise. It’s also just horrible to see any family mourn the loss of a loved one. When things like this happen, it really gets you thinking and puts a lot of things into perspective. I guess death is what makes life so important (I heard that on tv somewhere).
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
I Love Shabbos
It's bearly Tuesday, and I'm already waiting for Shabbos to come in. I'm not such a huge fan of this whole weekday thing! I'm sure I'm not the only one.
I usually am exhausted by the end of the week, and feel too lazy to go to Manhattan to spend Shabbos with my brother. So I usually just eat the meals out by a friend, who lives in the neighborhood... it is soooooo convenient because his family LOVES me, and is even insulted if i don't show up for 2 weeks in a row. I love them ... almost as much as I love Shabbos! ;)
Last week, I sort of felt forced to hold Shabbos meals at my place, even though I did not at all feel up to it. My brother and 2 friends asked if they could come, and I couldn't say no since they've had me over several times for Shabbos. I ended up cooking for5 people (including me and my roomie). It wasn't that bad at all though, since we were invited out for Shabbos morning, even though it was a 45 minute walk out in the freeeezing cold. Overall, I had a great time. The inconvenience of having to cook was well worth it. I would rather have had them than not.
And by the way... yes, I made apricot chicken.... that is ALL I know how to make!
I usually am exhausted by the end of the week, and feel too lazy to go to Manhattan to spend Shabbos with my brother. So I usually just eat the meals out by a friend, who lives in the neighborhood... it is soooooo convenient because his family LOVES me, and is even insulted if i don't show up for 2 weeks in a row. I love them ... almost as much as I love Shabbos! ;)
Last week, I sort of felt forced to hold Shabbos meals at my place, even though I did not at all feel up to it. My brother and 2 friends asked if they could come, and I couldn't say no since they've had me over several times for Shabbos. I ended up cooking for5 people (including me and my roomie). It wasn't that bad at all though, since we were invited out for Shabbos morning, even though it was a 45 minute walk out in the freeeezing cold. Overall, I had a great time. The inconvenience of having to cook was well worth it. I would rather have had them than not.
And by the way... yes, I made apricot chicken.... that is ALL I know how to make!
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