Eric and I rang in the new year... in a cab. Well, to be precise, we were in the cab until about 11:58, then paid the driver and hauled our suitcases up the steps and watched the 11:59 on the cable box turn to 12:00 as we entered my apartment. So I quickly turned on the tellie to see the ball dropping, and we hugged and kissed at the top of the entryway stairs in our coats, with our suitcases leaning against us. Ah, romance.
We woke up at 4AM on New Year's Eve with the intention of flying into Pittsburgh at 4:30PM... but a foggy morning in both Orange County and Houston spoiled our plans. We spent hours on tarmacs and in planes, and even more hours in the Houston airport:
Eric & George H. W. Bush (namesake of the George Bush Intercontinental Airport).
Eric & I with our alter-ego chips (Asian Sweet & Spicy = me / Cracked Pepper & Sea Salt = Eric). Yes, we were totally bored at the airport.We got to Pittsburgh at about 11:10PM and found our bags waiting for us (our bags got on an earlier flight, but we weren't as lucky)... so we headed for the cab stand with plenty of time to get home before midnight. So exciting!!
To make things even more exciting, as we landed we found that our fantasterrific photographer had emailed us a link to a "sneak peak" of our engagement photos, which we weren't expecting to get for another week or so. We looked at them as we made our wait to baggage claim and were completely blown away at how amazing they were. Photographers should actually be called magicians, because Eric and I look like amazing versions of our daily selves in the pictures! We were super excited, and to top it off, we were going to get to ring in the new year with Dick Clark in the warmth of my apartment. Yay!
BUT. THEN. Our cab driver drove about 55 on the highway and then 20 on the side streets. What's usually at 25-minute trip home took about 45; it was a MADDENINGLY slow trip. We're pretty sure the driver was purposely stalling so he could ring in the new year with someone... which is a sad predicament to be in, but still! Holy moly, pedal to the metal, hombre!
But 2010 arrived - it wasn't going to wait for anyone, let alone a weird sloooow cabbie.
So far this year, we've slept in, had a cup of the best coffee in the world (the Nizza blend), shoveled ice/snow,
and settled in for a cozy relaxing day at home. Gotta rest up for the new year - it's gonna be a doozy! Coming up in 2010: I match to a residency program, we turn 27, I (maybe) run a half marathon, I move to a new city, Eric becomes a 1/4 MD, I become an MD(!), we put on fancy clothes and get hitched. We honeymoon. We nest. I become an intern, Eric goes on his merry way to becoming a 1/2 MD. We cook, eat, laugh, (probably) fight, make up, hang out, eat some more, gossip, watch tv, watch movies, wish we could get a dog, cook and eat some more.I hope we can do some of the above with you. Happy 2010!
1 comment:
hehe, nice summary. It's like playing dress-up except for real!
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