Seriously, so much shit has gone down since I left the Hudson Valley on Friday morning, I think it can only be expressed in bullet point form. But in honor of April Fool’s Day, at least one of these will be a lie.

  • I was totally nervous to meet NPW, but not as nervous as I was to drive around Boston (I’m a tried and true NYC grid kind of gal) but it turns out I found her place on the first try, and she was awesome.
  • NPW was as wonderful as I could have hoped, and her BF wasn’t bad, either. He carried my 75 pound swim bag about 5 miles in negative 20 degree weather. (Weights, measurements & temperatures approximate.)
  • I’ve met Stefanie before, and she’s just as cool in the Eastern Time Zone as she was in Central. Guinness Girl was also there, rounding out the fearsome four-eyed foursome.
  • I don’t know what kind of detergent she uses, but NPW’s sheets smelled great. (I slept on her extra air mattress, you weridos.) Even today, two days later, my PJ’s still smell good.
  • Harvard’s pool is ginormous, and I’m pretty sure it’s filled with lubricated water, because I swam faster than I ever have in my whole life.
  • Sure, some people are Olympic Haters, but watching the fast swimmers go twice as fast as me was thrilling.
  • I look right sexy when I wear my glasses with my swim cap. The goggles are prescription, by the way.

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  • NPW, Stefanie and Guinness Girl came to see my swim meet. I spotted them right before I dove in for my first race ever. It was happy to know they were there.
  • I broke my vegan fast with Grape Nuts flavored ice cream. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
  • Later in the day, my parents showed up and watched me swim backstroke. Sure, I came in 14th out of 14 in my age group, but the first 16 finishers get points for their team. Default, the two sweetest words in the English language.
  • Because I’m not happy if my life isn’t packed with stuff, I met up with Macy, my old Sunday School friend, for dinner on Saturday. In attendance were Red Maple, our other friend from Sunday School, my parents, Macy’s parents, her boyfriend, and some people from Australia. Dinner was delish. I ate cheese.
  • I told Macy I could be totally happy living in Boston and she immediately tried to convince me to move there and telecommute. I thought she was crazy and said “no way” until I came to the office on Monday and got sucked into depression by the white cinder block walls. Suddenly, doing all my work via email seemed so nice.
  • In all seriousness, I don’t think the Hudson Valley worry about losing me yet, because this is my awesome team:

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  • Coach is in the bottom middle, and none of the people are my physical therapist, he didn’t go to the meet. The guy on the right in row 2 is Cliff, who’s 80. He got lots of medals, which happens to people who don’t quit. Our mascot is the Doughboy. I can’t imagine finding a better team in the competitive Boston Area.
  • I learned lots about swim meets that I’ll probably share in another post. Mostly they involve learning how not to stare at the hairy guys with paunches stuck in unitards. Yeah.
  • After dinner on Saturday, I joined the tail-end of blogger meet-up 2008. We got this picture:

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  • From left to right, NPW, me, Stefanie, Red (who I met for like 5 seconds, and is cool despite her lack of glasses), and Guinness Girl, who I felt like I’ve known before I even met her.
  • I’m hoping Aaron wasn’t faining deathly illness, therefore denying himself the chance to hang with people he met during NaBloPoMo ‘06, but he did post on his blog while we were trying to call him.
  • I think I can’t move to Boston because I don’t think it’s ready to handle both me and NPW.
  • For me, 10% of the weekend was spent meeting with friends, and 90% was spent sitting on bleachers in a wet bathing suit learning about chafing.
  • Driving home, I realized I had forgotten to turn down my heat. I hope the flipping cat was grateful.
  • I will neither confirm nor deny who the models in my new “it’s raining men” April header are. I will confirm that the photo was taken in my backyard.
  • I contemplated writing a fake post in honor of the holiday, either pretending to retire my blog, or pretending to move, or pretending to have been proposed to. But I couldn’t make it work with a weekend wrap-up, and they all seemed too cruel.
  • Next time I head to Boston, I hope to have more time to meet with more people and do more cool Boston things, but I’m going to want to swim in that pool again.
  • I totally got enough sleep this weekend.

I’m out like a lamb, yo.