It’s Holly

I can’t remember. All I remember was snow. I jotted down some notes just to jog my memory so I could blog later… but you know how much I hate jogging. Here are my notes:

Class, lots and lots of class
Had lunch at a pub
Shopping – new purse from Aldo
Class, lots and lots of class
SNOW – holy shit, it’s snowing
Vinny T’s for dinner – fetuccini alfedo != spaghetti carbonara != fetuccini alfredo!!!
Bukowski’s Tavern – Avery Maharaja beer tasted like grapefruit

Holy shit, did it really snow? Why yes, yes it did!

Taken from the comfort of a coffee shop.

My train was delayed. No big whoop. I never knew which state I was in. Apparently, I crossed a few. I always assumed Connecticut, because there wer elots of trees and white people. It was actually Rhode Island. Same thing though, right?

The view for 98% of the train ride
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Boston is cold as fuck.

I got off the train, and attempted to find a cab. It took at least 20 minutes, which is the most ridiculous thing ever in a major city. My lips were numb, it was so cold! I finally got to the hotel and woke everyone up and we went to wander around Back Bay Boston.

View from our hotel room

We had lunch at a cute little Greek place, then walked around for a bit. And, yes, we even went to the KarmaLoop store. ::gasp:: And BOUGHT stuff ::gasp, gasp!!:: Don’t tell anyone.

KarmaLoop Flagship Store

Newbury St. = Rodeo Dr. of the east coast. Sooooo many shops. It was awesome. I found some cute gnomes:

Gnomes on Newbury

Back to the hotel to drop off our crap, then back out again to figure out how to take the T (the Boston subway). Not as difficult as I thought it would be, actually.

Then it was off to find the original Cheers (actually The Bull & Finch Pub, which inspired the series Cheers). We found this place:

Cheers “replica” bar. Boo!

It’s a “replica” of Cheers. BOOO!!! We want the real thing, bitches! An Irish Car Bob and 2 Sam Summer Ale’s later, we decided to just go down to Beacon Hill and find the real thing. Unfortunately, since it was an Irish Car Bomb and 2 Sam Summer Ale’s later, I had to pee as soon as we walked out the door. Of course, it’s all “customer’s only”, so I paid $6 for a Kafta Kabob Sandwich so all four of us could pee. And it was a really good sandwich, too.

We made it to Cheers:

Of course, we got Guinness, and of course, we toasted with “Cheers!!”. We asked the bartender for a good place to get some lobster that was relatively close. He sent us over to Legal Seafood. It was like my very own episode of Rachel Ray’s Tasty Travels!

I opted for the breaded stuffed lobster. Heck, yes.

Update: If I never ever ever see another piece of lobster again, it’ll be waaaay too soon.

All last night, and most of this morning, I was debating on whether or not to take the subway to Penn station (which is one stop away), or to be lazy and take a taxi. My only worry was carrying my big ass suitcase up and down the stairs.

I decided on the subway. The stairs weren’t as bad as I thought they would be. Especially since my bag has wheels. lol

Dancers at the subway station

If you know me, you know that me, doing this by myself, was being “adventurous”. I’m all about the “easy” button. I know, it seems little, but I’ve never really traveled by myself like this. Sure, I’ve gone to Paris, but Jonathan was there. I can handle a flight by myself, but sticking me in unfamiliar territory and setting me free is a whole ‘nother story.

And if you know me, you know I’m all about being early. Sometimes ridiculously early… like right now. i’m sitting in Penn station. I got here at 7:15. My train leaves at 8:30. But I’m here!! I always give myself plenty of time to get lost… ’cause I do that.

So here I am, bored and tired, and about to start working on Documentation for work. I hate documentation. Who wants to sit down and write about what they do all day? Well, write about what they’re supposed to be doing all day. I don’t think future employees want to see:

1. Update the header file in : header.html, top_nav.html, header_search.html
2. Check myspace
3. Footer files: footer_sec.html, footer_unsec.html, footer.html
4. Check perezhilton.com

Throughout the process I’ve seen that I do a lot of shit, though. I’m responsible for a grip of shit, too.

The battery on the laptop is dying. More to come. See you in Boston, bitches!

Monday, April 1
At the suggestion of Aaron, I tried another new restaurant for dinner. I told him I wanted “cheap and filling”, and he told me “Manganaro’s Hero Boy”. He was correct. The place was empty when I walked in, and there was a nice old Italian man that called me sweetheart and asked what I wanted. Aaron recommended the Chicken Parm sub, but I wasn’t in the mood for something so heavy, so I opted for the Eggplant Parm sub, which was no lighter, but made me feel better because it was a deep fried vegetable vs. a deep fried meat.

“You want sauce on that honey?”
“Heck yes, I do!”

Assembly was as follows:

Large fresh italian roll, sliced lengthwise.
Deep fried eggplant, sliced length wise.
Thickly sliced fresh mozzerella
Deep fried eggplant, sliced length wise.
Top of Italian roll.

So you can all imagine how long a piece of eggplant is. There were 1 1/2 portions. It weighed at least 3lbs – no lie. It was intense.

It was hot and cheesy and crunchy. My three favorite food elements, rolled into one. I know I said I wouldn’t go to the same place twice (ugh!!) but I have to go here again and try something else. It was $8.00, which is NOTHING. This sandwich could have easily fed two people.

Sunday, April 1
I landed around 5PM. It took FOREVER to get through the taxi line, and then another forever to actually get to the sublet, where Julia met me and helped me carry my obscene amount of luggage into my new home for the next month in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s super nice. I was expecting to have to walk up the narrow staircase and see the old homeless man peeing on the steps like in Coming to America. It’s SO not like that! I’m near Times Square, and close to 9th Ave – also known as “Restaurant Row”, also known as “Holly’s most perfect place on earth”. Heck yes. Julia took me out to Wondee Siam for Thai. I just like saying the name. It was grrreat.

Monday, April 2
This morning, on my way to work, was my first official subway ride by myself. Not so bad. It’s only about 15 minutes from the sublet to work – not bad considering my commute is usually an hour at least. And my walk to the subway includes at least 3 starbucks’, so I have my choice. I’m at work now, incredibly busy (can’t you tell?).

I crossed one of my “Have to go here while i’m in NYC” places off my list at lunch today: S’Mac! Short for “Sarita’s Mac and Cheese”. It’s a macaroni and cheese restaurant. Heck yes! a whole restaurant dedicated to the fine art of macaroni and cheese.

I got the Goat Cheese with spinach and roasted garlic. Fantastical. Aaron got the Cajun – super good except i don’t like bell peppers. And you know how I feel about bell peppers. I know I said I wouldn’t go to the same place twice, but I’ll have to make an exception for this one.

More to come…