I think I’m really starting to like Boston.  I think I really am.

shame on you.

i have to say, some chastising is in definite order.  You all have blogs (or at least most of you).  There are obvious reasons to get a blog, one of them being to write in it.  Sure, I haven’t exactly been on a daily update over here at the brooklynne blog, but i’ve been paying it a visit every once in awhile, which is more than i can say for most of you.  I understand.  It’s summer.  But that doesn’t give you license to slack off on your blogging.  Plus, I have to work and being on the internet is basically the only thing I’m allowed to do.  So write something.  Talk about the big yawn you took this morning - I don’t care.  It’s that desperate of a situation.

I’m afraid I’m becoming boring.  More accurately, I feel like I have become very ordinary.  I can’t quite put my finger on what exactly made me feel distinctive before, but whatever it was, it’s like I wasn’t paying attention to it and it has left.  What makes me different from everyone else?  Ah.  I’ve answered my own question.

Don’t be jealous.

Or do. 

 

Sam and I just bought this little bundle of sunshine from a Boston Terrier breeder in Oklahoma. 

sweetness

in the photo he is 6 weeks old, and we will get him in about three weeks!  Any name suggestions?  We think we probably have one, but I’d love to hear what you think!

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The North End

or you could just call it the “Little Italy” of Boston.  OR you could call it me and sam’s new neighborhood!  We just put down the deposit for a one year lease of the cutest little apartment on Henchman street (no joke).  It’s across from an elementary school where sam hopes to get a job; it’s surrounded by a charming little garden; and we have a veranda!  and it’s not just a fire escape this time!  a real, live porch with a garden and everything!  We are psyched about the new appliances going in (you wouldn’t BELIEVE how wonderful a dishwasher seems until you don’t have one) and the laundry room that’s located literally the next door down.  We are hoping to get a dog within the next couple of weeks, and we can’t quite narrow it down to what kind of dog (small, obviously) or where to get it.  we want a puppy, but those apparently are hard to come by in shelters.  anyone who can speak from experience, or who just has an idea?  We’d sure appreciate it.  all of the apartment pictures are on my facebook, but i will give you one here just to share my joy in this beautiful new home of ours.

Guess what tomorrow is…….

MY BIRTHDAAAY!!!  I’m going to be twenty-two!  Tomorrow evening, in addition to the gift of an IPHONE 3G that sam already gave me, he is also going to take me out to see The Dark Knight on opening weekend!  This is a true sacrifice for him, I know, because there’s nothing worse to him than a crowded theater, but I totally love the intense, exciting atmosphere of an opening weekend blockbuster.  Have ever since I sprained my neck watching Jurassic Park in the first row.  Thank you to everyone who has already sent me gifts and cards, they have warmed my heart. 

i guess i can blame my parents for my making such a huge deal out of my birthday.  There’s nothing I love more about birthdays than having mounds of presents to tear open like a mad person.  Now, let’s keep in mind that this is a confession, and the nature of a confession admits wrongfulness.  I know I shouldn’t be so excited to acquire mere things, but it’s tough for me.  Tough to hide, that is. 

Of course I can’t specifiy one particular birthday as my favorite, but one of the top tens for me has to be my eighth birthday.  I can still see in my head the circumstances surrounding me - my friends and family all crowd with breathless anticipation around the neighborhood pool at twilight.  My aunt has her hands clamped over my eyes as I wait for my last gift, my gift from mom and dad.  I hear the shuffle of feet, and the tension is broken by a sweet little bark from my present.  Max was a little caramel-colored cocker spaniel puppy, and the love of my life for the next couple of years.  Unfortunately, one night during a storm some time later, he dug out of the yard and I haven’t seen him since.  But boy, was that a good present.  Almost as good as an iPhone.

 

P.S.

a someecard for your enjoyment.

I hate the name Louis.

But that’s not just because it’s the first name of the place I work.  I mean, yes, the most undesirable experiences I’ve had here at Louis Boston have contributed to my disdain of the name, but I’ve always thought it was kinda a fuddy-duddy name anyway.

 

Life is pretty fabulous.  It’s been awhile since I’ve been on this thing, and plenty of things worth talking about have happened.  Sam and I are living in Boston now, being mushy newlyweds as much as possible and eeking out a living on my part-time wage.  Boston is warm and sunny, even though the people aren’t.  We encounter daily battles with our fickle apartment elevator, and I call my mother every chance I get.  We’ve had what I’ll call some interesting experiences with churches here in town and have found that there are all KINDS of opinions on how communion should be taken, worship should be carried out, and what the precise definition of a Welcome Table is.  Apparently a welcome table in a boston church is where you stick the guy who got the short end of the stick, forcing him to talk to every odd person that comes in the front door.  But Sam and I have laughed our way through these first weeks.  What is life if not awkward and trying? 

I think you all should know that I now probably know more than you about hailing a cab, navigating a subway, and judging if a car barreling in your direction is going to slow down for the red light or not.  And despite whether you think that makes me more “Bostonian” or not, I have to say that I don’t feel that way and am lost as to what exactly it will take for me to adjust.  I haven’t found that perfect little cafe/bookstore yet - I haven’t found a place in this city that feels like it’s my own.  I mean, I have coffee and books in my apartment - I suppose that will do for now.

Back to Louis Boston.  Part of the reason I am revisiting my blog is because although my workplace is filled with meanspirited people, customers and not, it has also given me some valuable experiences and wonderful stories to tell.  Louis Boston is a four-story (very) high-end retail store that sells to the rich and famous.  Before my time, and within the past year, people such as Michelle Williams, Bruce Willis, Kate Moss, and Kate Hudson have been known to shop here.  I have been the cashier to Brad something or other, the guy who is Raymond’s brother on “Everybody Loves Raymond.”  He bought some pretty hideous wall hangings, but was a nice guy overall.  And handsome!  I’ve been told by a ridiculously rude woman to “shut your mouth right this minute!  Now you give me some customer service!”  I’ve been yelled at, ignored, insulted…all in all, it’s been a wonderfully eye-opening experience!  I thrive under adversity.  I can only hope that someday soon I will immortalize these pigs in fiction.  As Sam’s friend Jay says, “You can’t buy class.” 

I’ve missed writing on this thing.  I’ve missed writing in general.  I miss you, most likely, and I hope that I can hear from you guys.  Be back soon -

Brooklynne

Thursday

I’m getting married in 23 days.  As I am quite literally running down the aisle, I am wondering - what am I missing?  No, not what am I going to be missing marrying sam - what am i not experiencing because I am in such a rush.  I know many of you who read this are married - what did you cherish the most about your last few days of singledom?  Do you have any suggestions for how I should handle the responsibilities leading up to the wedding?  What do you remember about your wedding day that is most special to you?  It’s hard for me to get perspective right now, and I’m trying to make these days go by as slowly as possible.  They’re my last days before Boston; my last days of pure dependancy on my parents; who knows what could happen between now and the next time i am able to sleep in this bed again.  For now I’ll cherish the little things like laughing at others’ expense with my sisters and mother; dredging through junior high drama with ivy; seeing my mother and grandmother cry when I try on my wedding dress.  okay, enough with the sappiness.  Just someone tell me that one day i will be done with looking through page after page of wedding cakes.  On with the suggestions.  You heard my questions.  

 

(btw, i’m typing this from my new macbook (grad present)  Don’t you hate me?)

Thursday

It’s 9:30 pm.  I have two tests tomorrow, one quiz, all of which will have a heavy effect on my exit GPA, and the only thing I can bring myself to do is accept my facebook invitation to Official Makeout Day (May 16, btw).  Summer is aching to be here, and there are signs all around.  The roommates are getting antsy.  We’re all tired of living with other people, and we’re barely scraping by on good housekeeping.  Class attendance rates are at an all-time low.  And of course, Dr. Burks is having to make that chapel speech that inevitably works its way around every year…”Now, I want to stress the importance to all of you of arriving to chapel on time so that our program won’t be delayed…”  And I’m actually finding time to post on this thing.  Things really must be getting desperate.

A month from today I will be a college graduate.  That’s a little terrifying.

Okay.  Time for biology.  (one more month, one more month, one more month….)

Thursday

Sometimes God really blesses you with unexpected things.  These things are not always what you would think - such as the occasion of not having church and instead, going to two movies for the price of one!  Okay, well maybe that’s nothing to do with God in the literal sense, but I thank Him for it anyway.  Last night Sam and I went and saw Drillbit Taylor and Horton Hears A Who, something we wouldn’t normally do except that our plans had been cancelled and Sam is on Spring Break.  Horton Hears A Who was definitely the better movie in my estimation, as I think the filming of Drillbit caught Owen Wilson right before his attempted suicide.  He just wasn’t as funny as usual.  Also, who could turn down the killer combination of Jim Carrey, Steve Carrell, and “GOB” from Arrested Development (sorry, can’t remember his name)?  One thing I particularly enjoyed about the movie is that Carrey and Carrell didn’t fall into the characters they have been stereotyped for - not that they didn’t both pull cheesy jokes and act like idiots - but that it wasn’t Lloyd Christmas playing the elephant and it wasn’t Michael Scott playing the mayor of Whoville, if you know what I mean.  Anyway, it was grood.  Great and good.  (Strongbad, anyone?)

Takodah Weekend it fast approaching!  For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, the Peters’ family, along with two or three other families, goes up to Takodah annually to enjoy a weekend in the Pines playing cards and bump-out, swing on rope swings and hike.  It’s a pretty wonderful thing.  I’m looking forward to getting the crap out of this town for just a day or two and not worrying about everything there is to do in the next 72 days.  Anyway, there should be a nice long post full of fun things for you to look forward to when I get back.  Hope everyone has a great weekend!  Please try not to be jealous