Archive for December, 2007


A Great Game of One-Upmanship

December 25, 2007


Stephanie: I can’t wait to visit, Bonny.
Me: I can’t wait to visit Israel, the homeland of our ancestors!
Stephanie: I can’t wait to go to LA for a week.
Me: I can’t wait to live in LA for four months!
Stephanie: I can’t wait to wear my new black dress.
Me: I can’t wait to sell my own line of black dresses for thousands!
Stephanie: What?
Me: I think I went too far.
Stephanie: Yeah…I can’t wait for egg casserole tomorrow.
Me: (pause) Me either.

Today has been quasi bizarre. It started with me sitting on the couch for several hours, because really, what do I have to get up for? It then segued into me having a nervous breakdown over packing for my trip to Israel – a job for which I was given the advice “Remember, in Israel it can be as cold as 40 degrees and as hot as 80.” How do you pack for that? It then ended with Stephanie and I making playing cards and drinks so we could play a family game of Kings. (High point: The rules dictating that before each drink, the drinker had to stand, quote something [Friends, Mean Girls, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Jerry Seinfeld stand-up – all the Brown family classics] then spin around and drink. Low Point: Some pointed never-have-I-ever rounds led by my dad *shudder*)

Tomorrow, my second nomadic period of the year begins. We’re driving to my grandparent’s house to have Christmas dinner with them. This is the first time, ever, in my entire life that I will be waking up in my own house on Christmas morning. We always go to my grandparents’ house to celebrate with them, since we don’t technically celebrate Christmas in our family. Anyway, we are driving to Baltimore for the night, then Wednesday morning, I’m going to the airport to fly to Boston. There I’m staying the night with my friend Jessica before waking up on Thursday to get on a lovely 12-hour flight to Israel. I’m a little freaked out, as this is the longest flight I’ve ever taken, but hopefully that stash of sleeping pills and the free alcohol I’ve been promised on the plane will knock me out. Or kill me. I should look into that.

After my 10 day trek through the holy land, I will come back for two days, crash, madly pack for the next four months of my life, then jump on a five-hour flight to San Diego with my dad. I will then spend a number of day’s with my mom’s family, hopefully relaxing and getting reacquainted with some kind of time zone slash sleeping schedule.

I don’t know why I do these things to myself. I guess when I signed up to go oversees then study abroad one right after the other, I assumed my family would be living in some sort of real house, and not an apartment and half built half at the same time. I feel completely disorganized and out of sorts. It is very difficult to pack for multiple trips when you aren’t even unpacked in the place you “live.” When I graduate college, I will have lived in at least 10 different places, and that doesn’t count the three different places I lived at camp. I sometimes wonder why I like going to my grandparent’s house so much, but then I realize it is the only place I’ve gone to consistently since I was two years old. At school, I sometimes feel my Uncle David’s house is more of a home to me than where my parents live. I’ve probably slept there more with all the move-ins and move-outs. And I thought I moved a lot as a kid…

Well, I guess all I can say is let the next of many journeys begin, and let everyone have a wonderful holiday and a fabulous New Year! I’ll think of you all when I ring in the New Year seven hours early surrounded by a bunch of Jews.


One Down

December 22, 2007


This week has been pretty bizarre. I’m “home” again, and by home, I remind you, I mean the apartment my parents are staying in while their new Delawarean house is being built. I’ve been sitting around a lot, reading, watching Extra’s DVDs. I finally left last night to go hang out in Philadelphia with Lauren and Alex, which was extremely fun – see pictures on facebook. We wandered around into some interesting stores, ate cheese-steaks, went to King of Prussia Mall, played with Shaggy the Dog (who was weirdly obsessed with my feet), and watched some “Flight of the Concords.”

But, you know, mostly I’ve just been sitting around. That has left me a lot of time to obsessively check my email to see if anyone has emailed me back about internships I’ve applied for. Because of the huge slash evil snowstorm last week in Boston, my phone interview for the soap opera internship did not happen and could not get back into contact with the woman I needed to, no matter how hard I tried. I started feeling like I was chasing an interview I’d already landed, which was frustrating. I tried all week, and because of that and not hearing from anyone else, I began to have a small panic attack. Visions of me sitting in LA while everyone went off to work and I laid on the couch eating chips ran through my head. Finally, I got a hold of her, and she basically said I had the internship, so….Yay! I have something to do when I get to LA! Some may scoff at soap operas, but the internship seems really cool. You get to help in all facets of production, because they are always in every step of production. I have another interview with a production company when I get into LA, so hopefully that will go well too, and I will be all set. Knock on wood.  

In other news, I’m going to Israel for 10 days on Birthright next Wednesday, so that’s pretty exciting! I’ve never been anywhere near there before, and most of my Jewish friends have been, so I’m finally joining the club. My mom says our itinerary looks good and exciting, so again…Yay!

I think that’s it for now. I hope everyone has a great Chanukah (a little belated) Christmas, and New Years, since I can’t really update when I’m in Israel. When I get back, I’ll only be a week away from LA. Get excited!