Heyy, thanks for R and R-ing away, especially Balletprincess; you're great at reviewing! Sooo, here's more!

September, 2004:

Thursday:

What a swell weekend coming up! Abby, Anna, and Stacey are here!

We're headed to the beach on Saturday for Labor Day weekend.

We'll spend all Saturday there, then go out on the town Saturday night after it's dark and stay out as late as shit.

Maybe do a little more exploring Sunday before the others head back, Stacey back home to Vermont where she'll be starting her last year as an undergrad student at Aberdine U and Abby and Anna back home to New Jersey.

Did I tell you Stacey's majoring in engineering? She also finished her summer internship at the space laboratory.

Abby is at Dexter U. and Anna is at Trenton Music Academy. Anna's already doing night gigs with a band at various nightclubs around Trenton.

They share an apartment there and split the rent. Apartments are slightly cheaper in New Jersey than here in the Big Apple.

It's soo good seeing some of the others again! Hey, we're all about to head out to eat; the others are downstairs now, so if I don't write here for the next few days, it'll be that we're busy canvassing the Big Apple!


Late Sunday night, 2004:

Wow, it did turn out to be a swell weekend! Stace, Abby, and Anna left a while ago and are on their way home.

Soo, we basically spend the weekend nights out on the town. Went to the beach Saturday.

Found out Abby's seeing a guy, Neil Dweller. Ran, Greta and Wyser finally met at least some of my BSC friends.

We got to the beach at around ten and it seemed that the whole world was there!

I guess everyone was trying to catch the last stretch of summer before heading back to school, work, and starting the fall season. I myself am looking forward to starting classes in two days.

Weather's still warm, but now it's not in the nineties. I hope we don't have any more ninety-plus days until next summer.

Would be nice if it never got above ninety again, but that's another story.

Soo, the whole world and we were at the beach. Abby, Anna, and I made sure we lathered an inch thick layer of sun block since the three of us have very fair skin and have to be careful in the sun.

The others got tan some, especially Kristy and Greta, who are the darkest-complexioned of our bunch.

I'm kind of wryly smiling here as I look at my pale arm and remember that lousy pigmentation runs in my family.

Oh, well, I had a good time and got a lot of surfing in along with my friends.

I wonder if Dawn got some surfing in when she was in California in July? Hope so.

We were there until it got dark at around nine, then slowly headed back into the city and ate at the Barroom Cafe.

Then we scoured various nightclubs, including the one Wyser and Greta go to for dancing, drinking and all. Sure enough, we stayed up as late as crap...three am...and had a blast.

Almost everyone except Abby and Wyser got PLASTERED big time. I love wine coolers especially.

I think even Abby and Wyser, though, got a little tipsy and they were the ones that got a cab for all of us because none of us wanted to get on the subway wasted and risk having our cash stolen or something.

By then, Stacey had passed out...she was toasted after only two drinks...and I was pretty much out of it myself and wasn't making any sense when I tried to talk.

So we got the cab home and I guess I passed out then, because the next thing I remember was waking up at around eleven this morning with a thundering headache and a great need to puke.

Good thing Wyser or Abby put a pail by each of our beds and cots because I did puke big-time.

So did Stace, Kristy, Mona, Ran, and Anna. Anna moaned that she wasn't drinking again until next year. Kristy kind of grinned wryly at that.

Well, we just took it easy for today and slept on and off.

I feel a lot better now, thanks to aspirin and several glasses of Seven-Up to soothe my stomach.

Stomach still feels a bit gritty, but I'm not so nauseous and my headache's gone.

The others are better; Stace and the Stevensons were all right enough to drive home by tonight. We'll have to do it again sometime.

I'm getting sleepy and I have to get organized for school again; I have all the supplies and books I need and I'm registered and all; I just need to put everything in order tomorrow so I'll be ready to take on classes Tuesday.


Tuesday:

Classes are on again! Soo, today I had Adolescent Psych and Advanced German. Tomorrow it's School Government and Secondary School Essay Analysis.

One's a Monday and Wednesday evening class, so can sleep late at least three days a week.

I'm soo glad I took some summer classes the summer before this past one so I can graduate this year. Next semester, I'll only have to take three classes.

Then it's on to bigger and better things, mainly grad school. I can't wait to get my career really moving. Hey, my cell's ringing...

Excuse the interruption; that was Kristy. She's excited about her classes too; got all the course she wanted this year; she's is majoring in business management.

She says she really plans to cut loose and throw a huge bash once we graduate from college.

She can't wait to get done with school and out there in the real business world.

She says as soon as she can, she'll be starting her own business.

She's already formulating one of her great ideas...a furniture and appliance business specializing in left-handed equipment. Wow, I say go for it!

It's right up our alley since both Kristy and I are left-handed. There aren't nearly enough things for left-handed people.

It gets old after a while of reaching over with my left hand to use the can- openers for instance and have my left hand be over my right which I have to use to hold the can-opener in place.

Just one more year of college. I know I'm going to feel like celebrating big-time once I graduate.

In just a few weeks, I'll be twenty-one, the "legal" drinking age.

I think it's so idiotic that back in the eighties, the drinking age was raised to twenty-one from eighteen.

I mean, technically, you're an adult when you're eighteen.

I don't get that bullshit where some older people think of us as "kids" and I sometimes get tired of being asked things like Are you going "home" for the holidays and mean my folks' house.

Some asspotatoes act like moving out of your parents' house and out on your own is some temporary relocation or something.

Hey, don't get me wrong; I still love Stoneybrook and my old childhood place, but to me, home is here in New York City where I hang my hat.

Mona and I talked about this the other day when some waitress asked if we'd spent the summer at "home" and meant our folks' houses. Mona agrees.

Hey, we'll always have a place in our hearts for Stoneybrook, which is why we call it the old town. But once we left there, the old town is NOT "home" to any of us anymore.

I guess one of these days, older adults will recognize that young adults are not the same thing as kids.

Anyway, it's hard to believe I'll be twenty-one big ones in a few weeks, this 22nd.

I'm about to get going, because I have several chapters to read and I'm going to call my folks and see how they are and catch up and all, so talk later!

A/N: More later!