Stormy weather

There goes my rule about no posting at work.

Had what felt like a busy weekend. Friday afternoon I was able to leave work a little early and head home before going to class. MB and I also had a chance to grab something to eat. I figured I could be a little late since it was a makeup class on a Friday night.

It was very very boring. Walked through a bunch of examples again, this time using Flash. One of my classmates has spent the last few classes working on her final project. I should have done the same, and will definitely do so tonight. This week we’re not meeting on Wednesday since the teacher will be at some conference; makeup is on Saturday, blech. At least it doesn’t start till 11, and I have the rest of the week free after today.

After class MB and I ate dinner, then went to see The Incredible Hulk. It was good! The theatre was jam packed. We were in the balcony, and there were some idiots down below who kept laughing at not-funny parts, like they were in junior high or something.

We didn’t get back till almost 3, so I slept in till about 11. We hung around, then went off to Chelsea Market for my dad’s Father Day gifts – teas, chocolate, and red wine, an antioxidant feast. On the way, we totally got caught in a thunderstorm. At first it was just a steady rain, but then we stopped in this coffee place, got my coffee, looked out the window, and it was a monsoon.

We waited a few minutes, but then, at least according to MB, it started to slow. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Let’s wait a little longer.”

“I think it’s slowing. C’mon, let’s go.”

It was not slowing. In fact it got worse, blowing sheets of rain at us horizontally. We had umbrellas, which do absolutely no good. The moment we stepped outside, MB’s got turned inside out, and I got soaked from head to toe. We ducked under a bus stop till the rain finally did begin to abate, then trudged, wetly, to the subway.

When we left Chelsea Market, it had started to pour again so we did the smart thing that time and hopped a cab.

I think my sneakers may still be wet.

Sunday I was up semi-early to get a load of laundry in before heading to the ‘rents’. On my way out the building, I was greeted with a very unpleasant sight: a guy peeing in our freaking doorway. Yuck! Something I do NOT need to see EVER. He was on his cell phone and so didn’t see me till I knocked on the glass and motioned nastily at him to get out of here. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

The traffic was murder getting to Penn Station, and then I had to wait around for an hour cuz I just missed the train. Apparently everyone and his brother was going to NJ for Father’s Day. Luckily I was able to snag a window seat, and thank God for my iPod cuz a guy behind me was LOUD.

In NJ we did what we always do: shop! This time I felt inspired and got a black skirt and two white shirts. Well, “inspired” may be relative, but all are very cute and were on sale. For dinner we went to this mediocre Japanese place run by Chinese people. But my parents like it.

My mother didn’t annoy me too much this time. We actually talked about my job instead of just playing 20 questions about MB. He and I will be visiting together next month, sometime over Fourth of July weekend. Of course he’s totally good-natured about it.

I got back around 9:30 and was pooped. Although I was falling asleep around 11, I didn’t sleep well. I couldn’t get comfortable. Under the blanket was too warm, without it was chilly. The humidity doesn’t help.

Off to the gym.


  1. Hulk was good? Really? The first one sucked, big time.

  2. yeah, i heard the other one was bad. MB *hated* it but he thought this new one was “pretty good.” not enough fight scenes for him.