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| |  rejuvenated | ] | Define nerve-wracking: Transporting a 6-month old baby on an interstate highway covered with about 4 inches of unplowed snow. o.o;;;;
We did arrive safely however, no thanks the the Massachusetts DOT, or the hospital plow guy in Providence who made me stop, on a hill, so he could plow out the ambulance parking area.
Thank you to those who wished my partner Erin well in her sickiness. She's much better. ^_^
Christmasy stuff: copier/scanner/printer from the 'rents, plus an assload of clothes because my mother apparently decided she hates everything I wear. <i>That 70's Show</i> Season 1 DVD from Chris, which made me very happy. Old Navy sweater and engraved St. Florian medallion from Kate. (All together now: "Awwwww....")
Yesterday got to hang out with Josh for a while before he flew back to Alabama this morning. We met a boatload of URI people (most if whom I've met and befriended on past, similar occasions) at the Mews Tavern in Wakefield. The Mews is famous in Southern RI for a few things, like the tradition of writing something funny on a dollar bill and stapling it to the ceiling in the main barroom, their insane amount of beers and liquors to choose from, and the flippable signs on every table that say "NEED BEER" or "GOT BEER," depending on your situation. Very helpful if you're too drunk to summon a waitress. ^_~
After dinner we took over their new "Marilyn Monroe Room," which is upstairs and features comfy couches, loveseats, a plasma TV, a special martini menu (if you're like, a girl :-p), and a bar in the next room over. Apparently they're trying to do something approaching what the Boytnon did to themselves but not as severe a change since it was always kind of a respectable establishment to begin with, not just a get-shitfaced bar like the ol' B was. The Mews has made a clear deliniation between its restaraunt and its bar, but both types of patrons are welcome. The Boynton, on the otherhand, has olbiterated any indication that they want heavy drinkers in their establishment. Sure, they'll give you a bucket if you ask for it, but you feel like a criminal drinking it. -_- I mean come on, the place was given a glowing review by 50+ Avdocates.com for Christ's sake!!!
The only negative is the drive it takes to get there for most of the crew that we usually go with, considering that they've all now graduated URI, which is only about 5 miles away. For comparison, the Mews is about 30-40 minutes from my house depending on the time of day. Still, if any of my out-of-state crew ever wants to sample some of the multitude of beers and other drinks, I would be willing to put together an excursion.
Luckily due to our sheer numbers (12) we didn't have to share the room. Might have been a different situation if URI was in session and/or we went on a weekend night (when it's packed to the walls). It was good seeing everybody again (especially Josh, haven't seen him since he went to 'Bama), plus met one or two new people, including our friend Chris's new (read: first) girlfriend! She seems very nice, Chris seems very happy, and nobody (at least in the URI crew) deserves it more than he does. ^_^
Anyway. Gotta go get dressed, I accepted a 12-hour OT shift tonight starting at 6.....
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