So...Josh and I broke up.

He initiated it, but I basically agreed. Breaking up makes more sense than staying together, etc etc, and so on. Don't feel like typing it up, frankly. Still friendly, as few hard feelings as is possible when you break up after a year and a half.

Which doesn't mean it doesn't blow, because it blows, and I feel incredibly shitty, even though it wasn't his fault. Or mine. Fuck these no fault breakups.

I'm sorry about informing most of y'all via LJ. The people I would call are basically all busy or asleep and I'm not so upset I need wake up or interrupt people. I'm drinking tea and alternately crying and bitching to Rachel. I'm coping. I'll deal.

My default icon is mildly appropriate for once.

Thanks for all the happy wishes today, y'all. I got a bunch of nice comments and a few phone calls from awesome people, which made me feel very popular and loved. :)

As for the day itself, I spent the whole of it with Josh--I'd crashed at his place last night and he, ahem, opted out of work today, so we hung out for awhile then went on a harbor cruise in the evening. It wasn't quiet evening enough to really be "harbor lights", but it was lovely regardless--I picked up some neat history geek type things from the cruise commentary, so that was also nice.

So overall, a lovely day. And now, alas, to bed.

I think it's very important that you all know that I kicked Josh's ASS at You Don't Know Jack.

Yeah, we're old school like that.

Since Josh and I have completely incompatible schedules, we don't really get to see each other during the week; usually, we just get together Thurday nights (as I don't work Fridays) and Sunday nights (as I don't work Mondays). Except this week, we both had other plans on Thursday, and he needs tonight and tomorrow morning to write papers and study, but we also didn't want to only see each other once, so we settled on Friday and Saturday nights, with a break in between during which I hung out with poisonivory and harmonyangel.

I will say this, though; Josh has the least comfortable bed I have ever slept on. Because it isn't a bed, it's a pleather slab daybed which he uses as his bed (nothing else will fit in the room) and having slept on it two nights in a row, a) I'm not very rested, and b) my back aches. But what can you do? It's still preferable to not seeing him.

Anyway, I'm going to skedaddle right after, er, brunch, so he can get to work. Brunch, of course, is Taco Today (because Taco Today also helps make the back aches worth while. Yummmmmm).

"Thanks for taking care of me last night, hon."
"No problem."
"...not so much thanks for getting me drunk to begin with."
"Yeah. Need some more aspirin?"

Well, that really wasn't the most fun a girl can have.

My birthday was quite nice, if not over the top exciting. I decided that I wanted to be a pretty, pretty princess; as it happens, I really only own one dress, which I'd never actually worn, so today seemed like a nice excuse. I am quite the hottie when all dolled up, I'll have you all know.

Rachel bought me an ice cream cake, which was awesome. I ate about a quarter of it (I'm much like an anime girl in that respect) and, to my great shock, didn't immediately puke or anything (my body and dairy products often don't get along). So that was great. And while eating and hanging out, we watched the Yankees game, and the Yankees won! Which puts them a mere 1.5 out of first place; not bad for a team that, what, 72 hours ago after the All Star was considered dead in the water. Ha!

Josh and I went out to dinner this evening, which was lovely. He also got, er, dolled up. Not really, but he did dress up a little bit, and he's also quite the hottie when dressed up. (I'm sure you all were very interested in hearing that.) I had surfed through menupages for awhile and found what looked like a nice Italian place, and upon arriving (easier said than done, as I'd written the address down wrong) we discovered it was closed for vacations. So we ended up wandering for half an hour or so, looking for somewhere nice, and found an awesome hole-in-the-wall Italian place, which had, seriously, some of the best food I've ever had. Horrible music (Barry Manilo abounded), but amazing food. And, uh, drinks.

I was a bit dizzy and feeling ooky on the way home, so we sat on a random stoop and just hung out for quite awhile. It was lovely. What a nice boy.

All in all, a lovely birthday. :)

I love fireworks; the Fourth of July is my second favorite holiday (after Halloween--maybe now my favorite, actually, since I no longer dress up or trick-or-treat. Anyway) because of that. So naturally, Josh and I went out tonight; he took me out to a lovely dinner (to my surprise; usually we go Dutch, but he wanted to pick this one up) and then wandered onto the FDR. We got there early enough (and far up enough) that it wasn't super crowded yet; we managed to snag a spot by the wall, directly in front of the river. Of course, that also meant we were an hour and a half early, but it was worth it; the place really did fill up.

And the fireworks were awesome. I mean, wow. There were cubes and stars and smiley faces! (And, you know, everything else, in just about every color). It was a long show, and really very, very cool. Though the woman next to us was annoying; we started referring to her as Michael Kay when she was making comments like, "Well, the current is very strong. So if a boat is out on the river with no anchor, it'll probably be swept downriver. That's what happens when you have a strong current, unless you're anchored." Otherwise, though, it was spectacular.

Incidentally, a fun note about living as far uptown as we do is that it sometimes looks like you've accidentally wandered back a few decades. In the last week or so, I've not only walked through a genuine game of stickball being played in the street, I also saw an open hydrant, and a bunch of kids using it as their own personal sprinklers. It was very 1950s, idyllic imagery. Lovely.

I love this city.

So it looks like the boy and I are goign to take a roadtrip in early August. This is a pretty big deal for me, as I've never really been outside of the Northeast. We aren't sure where we're going, though (depending on the timing of Leah's move) we're considering Denver. We'll definitely be starting from Memphis, though, as that's where his car is and it's cheaper to catch a flight down there than to rent a car for any length of time. (Also because he has a family reunion, which is why we're going in August, as opposed to my birthday, which was the initial plan.)

I'm trying really hard to be excited. Roadtripping has never appealed to me, but it's a big deal to him. I'm psyched to spend time with him, and fairly psyched for getting out of this small area of the country for awhile. And I'm trying not to worry about the logistics -- I don't think my job will be a problem (and god knows I'm not going to be missing out on a lot of pay...) so the problem is really just cost, and heck, I never buy myself nothin'. (Except books.) I have enough saved to cover it, so long as I'm able to get a job after my internship is done, which I should be able to. Right? Right.

In unrelated news, I spent last night out at Margot's, hanging out with friends and watching Newsies (and other things) and had a grand ol' time.

It's true, I saw them myself outside the Stadium.

Sooo, Josh surprised me today with tickets to see the game. (He had a friend he wanted to take, and his sister wanted to go, so he figured as long as he was begging tickets from his family connection, he'd invite me, too.) The seats were awesome, on the first base side, perpendicular to home plate. We were only about eight rows behind Guiliani.

The game itself was amazing. I'm glad I saw this one, and not last night's; as awesome as blowouts are, this one was just terrifically close. But the absolute best moment was Melky's catch over the wall to rob Manny of a homer; it was possibly the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. I freaking love Melky. He's such a baby (only 21!), but so awesome!

It was just such a good game. And now I'm hoarse... which is kind ofa problem, with my two interviews tomorrow. Oops. But I should be okay by then.

So. Today was amazing.

Josh and I met up around 4 to get a late lunch/early dinner, had a nice time, and meandered up to the satdium. He handed me a ticket and commented, "You know, I didn't want to mention it, but.. Well, I got us reall good seats..."

Which he did. We were ground level, the third row in the second section back, barely to the left of home base. Which... guh. I still can barely comprehend that. The matchup for the game was Moose. vs. Schilling, which turned out much better than last night's alleged excellent matchup. (Fucking Johnson.) Melky was in RF, which I was mildly excited about - it sucks that Sheff is on the DL, but I'm in favor of giving Melky a shot, and he hasn't done badly, either. Otherwise, the lineup was as you'd expect.

Moose made me a little nervous in the first few innings, and I really, really loathe David Ortiz. I get all nervous every time he comes up to the plate; as Josh and I discussed, giving up a single to Ortiz is perfectly acceptable, because it's not a run. (Oddly, though, he's only hitting about .270. Veritek was hitting .220-ish, though. Heh heh heh.) So Moose gave up three in the first two innings, but the Yankees managed not to go down in order and got one back.

Then Schilling started to fall apart. Jeter singled and Giambi tied the game. A-Rod, who we'd been heckling the whole game (as was most of the stadium - two errors last night, hitting what, .230? ick) homered for the go-ahead run, to our great shock. Robi hit well, Melky walked, Jorge homered, and it was generally lovely. And off Schilling, too! I really, really loathe Schilling.

The Yankees managed not to screw up defensively, either. They were solid, with Moose pitching quite well from the third onward. DJ had one phenomenal catch in shallow LF, resulting in a tumble and a big grin. He's just awesome. But... Duh.

Meyers only gave up a single to Ortiz; Proctor got a few outs and didn't screw up. Mo pitched the top of the 9th, and was perfect. And I love him. A lot.

On the way out, Josh and I stood around for a bit; he needed a cigarette, and we were enjoying watching people walk by and chat. Then some screaming (of the cheerful variety) started, someone yelled, "Jeter!" and we turned around. DJ was driving out of the parking lot; his car was tiny and crowded, though we have no idea who else was there. (Though apparently, there are rumors that ball players carpool. I wouldn't have believed that, but... Heh. Actually, I'd like to think he was giving Melky a lift; the boy was in Trenton until 48 hours ago, there's no way he has a car... or anywhere to stay, for that matter.) He waved politely and smiled as he drove off. I swooned.

We went to a bar up in Inwood after for a few more drinks, and he took me home while I was walking on air. It was just a fabulous game and a fabulous day. And the boy... well, he makes me feel really good and cool about things where other people have always made me feel self-conscious and geeky. And that's a really good feeling. Shmoop!

I had a generally shitty day at work. I mean, I was about five minutes away from throwing my apron on the floor and stomping off to never return. (The Boy encouraged this, by the way; he also wants to quit. His reasoning was that we should have quit at 7 tonight and stomped right off to a sports bar to celebrate by watching the game, but, uh, considering how the game went, maybe it's just as well we didn't.) It was just a shitty day of shitty things happening, and just... gah.

However, then the boy took me out for a drink, and was generally a sweetheart. I could shmoop about him at great lengths, but will spare y'all... for now.

Then I returned home to find a kitty in the appartment. This is not a total shock (details can be found over at harriet_vane) but was still quite pleasant.

So, nine hours of total suck; three hours of goodness.

And tomorrow... YANKEES.

So the boy and I went out a few nights ago; over the course of dinner, he went from "occasional cough" to "can't stop coughing, throat hurts, head hurts, maybe I should just go home?"

Surprise surprise, last night I developed a sore throat. I got 10 hours of sleep, but it was still there when I woke up, along with a headache. I figured I was just groggy and it would go away, so I eventually forced myself out of bed and to work. Two hours later, I clocked out, and came back home. I'm now sucking down cough drops like they're going out of style, and stocked up on OJ.

I'm off to nap, and probably will sleep straight through until Saturday morning, when I leave. God willing, I'll be feeling better and will enjoy my trip. God not willing, I'll be at the show anyway, and will bring my cold to Brandeis, right in time for finals. (I'm sure they'll thank me... oh, wait.)

At least I don't have the coughing part (knock on wood).

A very nice evening, indeed.

I took a cab home tonight. I was supposed to leave the boy's around 1:30 to get home at a reasonable hour, but, uh, then it was quarter after two, you know how that goes. And I'd either have needed to take a confusing crosstown bus, or three different subway lines, all of which would have been local, so it would have been easily 3:30 or 4 AM by the time I got home. Which, we decided, is not okay. So , yeah, cab. Got me home in 20 minutes. (I've been reading New York Hack for awhile now, so you can be sure the tip was good.)

(I say I'm bad with directions, and I am. I didn't get us totally lost, though before I got out, the driver did comment, "You... not so good with directions. But, is hard to find your street, and I am good with directions. So is okay.")

Anyhoo. A few days ago, the boy and I were discussion toys and TV growing up, and I explained how Mom is a lovely, lovely woman, but also a total hippie communist*, so we were never allowed to have any clothes with logos nor toys based on TV shows, which really sucked when all I wanted was a Donatello action figure. Today after our lunch break, the boy kind of shyly handed me one. "It just doesn't seem right for you to still be bitter," he mumbled, and walked away.

Awwww.

*She denies this, but it is so true. I find it much cooler now that I'm not in fourth grade.

In unrelated news, I will indeed be at the Boris' Kitchen show next Saturday. So... I need somewhere to crash for the night. Any takers?

I should, by all rights, be in a pretty shitty mood right now for a couple of reasons.

But I choose not to be, and instead focus on the fact that Josh and I had a lovely evening out, saw some cool blues, and didn't walk around for an hour and a half and destroy my feet for a change. Lovely!