Beachy Keen

One of the perks of having a dorm-like living situation for the summer in NYC is that many touristy activities are planned for me. I’m a terrible planner when it comes to social activities, so I was more than happy to tag along when our RAs planned a fabulous excursion to Long Beach.

Disclaimer: The lack of photos in this post is due to the fact that I just synced my new iPhone 4 with my laptop. I managed to lose the seven or eight photos that I’d taken on my new phone, which included beach pics. Apologies.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I went to the beach. Beaches are not typically huge sources of enjoyment for me. If I want a tan, I can lay in my backyard at home, where I am within ten feet of a refrigerator, Wi-Fi network and a toilet that is not encrusted with sand and used by hundreds of people each day. If I want to swim…well, I don’t have easy access to a pool, but I’d rather get a tan than swim.

However, the negatives were outweighed by one huge positive: we escaped the city. As amazing and exhilarating as NYC is, there is definitely something to be said for getting away. The hustle and bustle of the city can wear on you after awhile (and if I feel this way after seven weeks, imagine how full-time New Yorkers feel) and it’s nice to be in a place where you can see the top of every building in sight without having to crane your neck.

It wasn’t oppressively hot, but it wasn’t super sunny, either. I was perfectly content to sit on my towel with various reading materials and the Mariners game streaming on my phone (they lost their 15th straight, for everyone scoring at home), but my friend Katrina and I eventually decided to head for the water. “Just as long as our hair doesn’t get wet,” we said. Two seconds later, a wave came crashing over us and we were submerged.

What was a rather pleasant afternoon went sour, though, just a few minutes before we started packing up. It started pouring. I had never before experienced such a powerful rain shower. My newspaper was soaked (as were the magazines my roommate let me borrow; sorry, Julia) and I’m not sure my beach bag will ever dry.

Despite the rain, the surprise “best part” of the day was the train ride to and from Long Beach. We took the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road), and it’s limo-quality compared to the subway. It has seats that face each other, so some of the passengers appear to be riding backwards. I still think this is the most awesome phenomenon in the world of transportation.

On the ride home, we were soaking wet from the downpour and smelled of a strange sand + saltwater + rainwater combo. On one hand, all we wanted was to get back home and take a shower. But on the other, we could have sat on that train for hours, reading and chatting. When our stop was called as the next, Katrina turned to me and said, “Ahh, bummer. I wish we had more time on this train.”

Regardless of the rain, it was a nice escape. But I’m happy to be back in a place where there’s no sand on the bathroom floor.

Three for the weekend (and week ahead)

Ahhhh, here we are again. Another Sunday night, another blog post. I’d like to blog more consistently, so I feel a twinge of guilt every Sunday night when I realize that I haven’t posted in a week, but I remind myself that my time spent not blogging was spent working and exploring NYC. Both good things, I would like to believe.

I will make a concerted effort to post more this week, but for now, you’ll have to live with this random post detailing three great things about this past weekend and the week ahead:

1) Rainy day movie viewings

While my walk home from work on Friday was dry, the skies opened up later in the evening and the idea of going out wasn’t very appealing. So, we settled for a trip to Pinkberry and headed back to our building to watch the greatest romantic comedy of all time, “When Harry Met Sally…”. It’s definitely one of my top 5 favorite movies (trust me, I’ve ranked them). I LOVE it. Everyone was annoyed impressed with my ability to recite whole scenes from memory.

Michael Pineda sporting the best alternate jersey in baseball.

2) Michael Pineda as an All-Star

My new favorite Seattle Mariner, rookie phenom pitcher Michael Pineda, was named to the American League All-Star team today as a replacement for Justin Verlander. The guy is a freakin’ stud, outpacing King Felix as the team’s ace. I doubt he’ll get much playing time in the All-Star game (who does?) but it’s cool to see him named to the team so early in his career.

The All-Star game will be on FOX at 8 p.m. EST on Thursday. This year it’s being played at Chase Field in Phoenix, home of the Arizona Diamondbacks, and I think we can all agree it’s a real shame that the park can no longer be called the BOB (a nickname the park enjoyed during its years as “Bank One Ballpark”).

3) Bananas

I hate bananas. I haven’t eaten once since maybe age four (and even then, I probably just ate the chocolate off of a chocolate-covered banana). But, my dad sent me this interesting Wall Street Journal article on banana consumption in New York City, and it’s worth a read if you’re interested in bananas and/or the economy and/or New York. Apparently, New Yorkers are banana-crazed. This article takes a look at how the NYC banana business runs, how much they cost at different locations and what types of bananas people want to buy.

Well, I hope you enjoyed three bullet points about three completely unrelated topics. If you have three (or one or two) funny comments, links or thoughts to share about your weekend, please share; I’d love to read them!

Photo credit: NBC Sports Hardball Talk