Friday, Jan. 02, 1970 - 9:17 P.M.
New Year's Eve: I spent the morning shopping and having lunch with my dear friend Kate. We strolled around Port Jefferson and caught up on what's going on in each other's lives. I held a wee pug whom I named Oliver and contemplated kidnapping from the horribly monikered Yuppy Puppy store. That night, I projectile vomited seven times, was in bed shivering by 8, and slept for 14 hours.
New Year's Day: I hung out with my parents and recovered from the horrible flu-like illness I'd been stricken with the previous night. I napped for another 5 hours.
January 2nd: I drove from New York back to Boston. On the ferry trip across the Long Island Sound, I spent an hour writing in my lovely new paper journal that Kate had given me as a gift. It really started to hit me that I'm going to London really, really soon and I became overly excited. Once home, my roommate and I had some champagne as a belated New Year's celebration, and I ended up drawing her pictures in order to explain the difference in apperance between a circumsized and uncircumcized penis. Oddly enough, this is the second time this month I've done this for someone.
January 3rd: I returned to work bright eyed, busy tailed, and excited over the realization that I have only 10 days left at BU. Woo Hoo! I spent the day working my tail off trying to tie up loose ends and alternating between a state of complete and sheer excitement and extreme nervousness. I spent the evening reading "Fast Food Nation" and watching crap TV. It was lovely to be back in my own bed and to have some alone time. As much as I love my parents, spending nearly two weeks with them was a little much at times.
This Morning: I slept until the obscenely late hour of 12:30 and awoke with horrible cramps. After popping some super strength Advil, I sleepily called Lee and we proceeded to discuss the apartment hunting process. While on the phone we got into a bit of a tiff and I immaturely hung up on him. I RARELY do that and immediately felt horrible and called him back. I'm really bad at trying to stay mad at someone and always want to make up immediately. So, we did. Things were settled and I realized that I was being silly. I then went out for coffee with Nancy and we ended up driving around for a while just chatting. It was cold and snowy, but kind of beautiful.
Right Now: I am in the process of cleaning my room while simultaneously writing this entry and watching "The Shawshank Redemption" which I've never seen. Shock! Shock! Horror! Horror! I know, it's very good so far. I'm also drinking a nice hazelnut coffee and burning a cinnamon spice candle. Everything feels warm and homey at the moment.
Ten Minutes From Now: I will start getting ready for this evening's festivities. I'm going to wear my long sleeved black tee that has an 80's looking sparkley thing on the front, my new super dark jeans, and boots. I have appropriately glittery new makeup and funky new highlighted hair. Lee suggested I wear a big tee shirt, baggy yellow overalls, and a bag over my head. For some reason I can't really see myself working that look. At around 7 my roommate is dropping me off at Nancy's where we'll have dinner and pregame with some gin and tonics.
11:00 PM: Nan and I are meeting Adam and his entourage of fabulous gay men for an evening of dancing at our favorite club in Central Square. It's kind of an "Erica is moving" event and I'm very much looking forward to it. I already know which songs I am going to request and which songs they'll definitely play. I plan on being a regular dancing fool.
Tomorrow Morning: I will wake up late, and undoubtably, be nursing a hangover. I will then begin packing up some of my things, continue reading my book, and speak with my boy.
Two Weeks From Tonight: I leave Boston permanently and head for my parents' house in NY.
Twenty-Three Days From Now: I fly from JFK to London's Heathrow airport.
Twenty-Four Days From Now: The next phase of my life begins. What I've been waiting over a year for will finally come to fruition. ACK! Bliss, excitement, nervousness, fear, impatience, extreme happiness . . . So many emotions, so much to look forward to! I can't wait.
