Have a Nice Trip? See You Next Fall!

This weekend, I did so much on Saturday, that Sundey felt like extra. On Friday, I finally went to go visit Marissa. Wooster is a sweet little town near Mansfield. We ate delicious food and drank way too much at a great restaurant named Melvin's, and then giggled the rest of the evening away. Sometimes, I feel like I am still in high school when dealing with PBF, and Marissa gives great advice. We didn't even have to watch scary movies or Tom Cruise movies (maybe those are the same thing?) to make it a perfect sleepover. After a fun night with Marissa and yummy breakfast (while Marissa was good and did NOT have bacon, I most certainly did), I hit the road. Later that day, I went on another trip, first by road- to Hocking Hills, and then by train. PBF and I sat on the double decker car on the way there. It was tons of fun. The train was fun, but I wish the trip was longer. Then we went back to my house and watched two scary movies- In the Mouth of Madness, and Nightmare on Elm Street. I hadn't seen either one of those, and they were both semi-scary. The thing that really freaked me out was that in Nightmare on Elm Street, the girl's phone LICKED her. It was traumatizing. After the movies, PBF and I sat around and talked into the wee hours of the morning. I also did lots of Statehouse tours throughout the weekend, and on Sunday, I was busy thinking about PBF when I missed a stair and fell. No injuries, no worries, but I have the feeling that this is probably not the first, or last time, that I will fall for this guy.

Play-ing Around?

Phew! Another packed weekend! I am going to have to take some time off soon, but fall is a hard time to do that. On Saturday, Jason came down and we went to two plays. The first one was Frost/Nixon, a play about the David Frost and Richard Nixon interviews in 1977. It was our first Broadway play this year, and it was a good opening act. After the play, we drove to Malabar Farm near Mansfield. It was Louis Bromfield's house, and where Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall got married. Every year, they re-enact the 1800's drama of Ceely Rose, who was a girl who lived with her family on the property. Ceely killed her whole family because she thought that they were trying to keep her away from the boy she loved. It was community theater at its best- awkward pauses, forgotten lines, generally poor acting, all while we huddled together in an old barn, shivering in the fall weather and trying not to laugh, cry, and bolt for the door all at the same time. On Friday, I went to the always entertaining, never duplicated Pumpkin Show in Circleville with my PBF, who is still as confusing as ever. Are we dating? Are we heading toward dating? Do I even want to head toward dating, or am I just bored? I want to laugh, cry, and you guessed it, bolt for the door, all at the same time.

Jenn and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

This weekend I learned how to ride a motorcycle! The Harley Davidson people tried to make me drink their Kool Aid along the way, but I am pretty sure that the independence afforded a person by riding a motorcycle should encourage people toward any type of Kool Aid they like, so I am not sold on the Harley brand just yet. I am tired and sore from learning to ride, but I have always thought those are good things to be. I can't wait to see the world in a whole new way. There have been some bumps along the way though. First, I was so busy thinking about what it would be like to ride the road I was on with a motorcycle on the way to class one day that I missed my exit. And then I earned my "Most Moto-Acrobatic" award by doing a pop wheelie and staying on- not on purpose of course. Also, as you can tell, helmets give me terrible hat hair. Another funny thing happened this week- something I can honestly say I thought would never happen. ALL of my friends gave me the exact same advice about PBF/NMB. When the stars alignment like that, the tide changes. For now, that means I will wait and see about the guy, and the rest I will figure out along the way. Hopefully, the road along the way will be ridden by whatever Kool Aid flavored bike I decide on.

The Forbidden Fruit from the Tree of Knowledge

This weekend was an interesting one. Marissa came down from Wooster, and she, Emily, and I went horseback riding in Marysville. The Marmon Family Farm was having a fall festival, so we also got to rock climb, go on a hay ride, shop a bit (including this awesome alpaca made of alpaca), and experience various other fall activities. We also indulged in food that was bad for us from a CHAIN restaurant. Such a guilty pleasure. Yum. On Sunday, I went apple picking with my PBF ('potential boyfriend' as I have been calling him). The apples were gorgeous colors, the weather was perfect, and we had a great time. But at the end of the evening, I still hadn't figured out this guy's game plan, so I asked- like I always have to. The answer was disappointing but not truly surprising. Turns out, my PBF has recently gotten out of a big relationship and is not so sure about things but likes me enough to not want me to be a rebound girl. So it seems my PBF should be called NMB2 (that's "not my boyfriend 2, because, yes, it has happened before), but I have to say, I am more disappointed by this guy becoming my NMB than I was when Colin did. I don't know why though. I get the distinct feeling that I would break this man if we went down anything other than the friendship path....if he didn't break me first. As they say in Battlestar Gallactica, "This has all happened before, and this will all happen again."