Toes in the sand, friends all around, coke in my hand. It sounds like the beginning to a Kenny Chesney song, but instead it was my day today. I'm not sure if the prediction on Sunday was a whim, or premeditated, but it has held true all week long. I don't know if it is because I willed myself to have a wonderful week, or if it just happened but it was a wonderful week. Maybe it was the realization that I finally made sitting in the subway, that I am really in New York. Maybe it was the surprise visit from old friends. Maybe it was a marvelous Friday evening on the town or a relaxing Saturday at the beach. Or maybe it was Maybelline. Just kidding, but most likely it was a combination of all that.
Last night was too fun. Dinner out and then hanging at Webster Hall (free entry!) with S, N, R, A, K, C, J, R, and S (it sounds like a subway map, but instead it was just a fun crew) equaled an excellent Friday night. I did not want to wake up this morning. But after R and I pulled ourselves from our (freshly laundered!) sheets, showered, and got dressed we went and drug the boys out of their room for a day at the beach. A, R, S, A, R, C, M and I grabbed towels, sheets, sunscreen, and bagels and headed out for the island named after a (some say) rather tasty hot dog. There was lots of laying out, french fry eating, random conversations about home and old tv shows, and jamming out to S's music. It was one of the best days in New York yet, and it wasn't even in New York. Then S split to go home, and R to have dinner with her dad, so the boys and I headed back to the dorm for some much needed food and rest. And now I'm chatting with B and laying on my bed with the fans on high trying to decide if lucky charms are a good night snack, they look extremely tempting sitting on my shelf.
-Mandy
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