If You Don’t Love the Olympics We Can’t Be Friends

I have always loved the Olympics for as long as I can remember. I have vivid memories of watching the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta and being absolutely obsessed with Dominique Moceanu. I was 7 then and did Gymnastics at my local rec center. I wanted to be her so bad.

Unfortunately for me, not only do I lack the raw talent and determination to be a gymnast, I pretty much lack any athletic ability all together. I wised up to being bad at gymnastics around 9 or 10, but it took a solid 4 more years from there for me to realize that sports as a whole were not my thing.

Despite being atrocious at just about anything you’ll even be asked to do in gym class I still love sports. I just love them from the stands. And I don’t really discriminate. With the exception of maybe golf, I’ll watch just about any sport if that’s what everyone else is doing. And I’ll get wicked into it too.

That’s why I love the Olympics. Because for 2 weeks everybody who is anybody is watching them and you get to see a whole slew of sports that you otherwise wouldn’t give two shits about. For example, it has only been two days since the opening ceremonies and I’ve already watched Beach Volleyball, Handball, Rowing, and Field Hockey in addition to those tried and true favorites that America only gets excited about every four years because we’re good at them – Swimming and Gymnastics.

I mean I wish I watched more swimming year round. I’m never going to not tune in to see Ryan Lochte’s abs. They sadly just don’t get as much air-time outside of the Olympiad.

Some of my other Olympic favorites are Synchronized Diving and Pole Vault. I’m always in awe and within five minutes I’m jabbering on as if I’m an official commentator. “Ooo, too much splash.” “What a tough break for South Africa.”

My only complaint about the Olympics is that they’re over too fast. But I guess that’s the point. Some people say it’s a sham of world peace. And I agree, just because a bunch of super fit athletes can get along for two weeks does not mean the world as a whole is functioning any better than it did before.

But I do think that it’s a nice reminder of just how big the planet is. And as much as I like seeing team USA win, it’s always kind of nice to watch them lose too. I feel like it’s always good to be reminded that dreams, talent, hard work, and determination are not just American ideals, they’re universal qualities of any one, any where who succeeds at something. We might be the big fish no matter what side of the pond we’re on, but in the end we’re just one fish a in a pretty bad-ass aquarium of talent, and that’s pretty up-lifting.

Moving is A Bitch

I think everyone can agree that moving is a bitch. Despite this universal fact, I have yet to live in the same location for more than 11 month since I turned 18.

I know what you’re thinking. College moves don’t count. I don’t necessarily agree. I think once you have kitchen stuff it counts. If you have to pack up a coffee maker, that’s moving.

The thing I hate most about moving is having to confront just how much stuff I have. I have so many belongings. So many. There is no way I need all of it. But there’s no way I’m going to part with it either.

Case in point, I packed today and the these are the only things that made it into the donation pile:

  • 3 books
  • 2 pairs of work out pants
  • 1 pencil skirt
  • 1 sun dress
  • 1 pair of sneakers
  • 2 pairs of heels
  • 2 over-sized t-shirts

You might think that’s pretty good. But it’s about perspective. Today while packing I also counted some items and realized I have over 50 pairs of underwear and exactly 40 dresses. Yes, 40 effing dresses. (I was in a sorority so I’m going to blame at least the shiny or sparkly ones on that.)

The photo below shows my (half full) suit case (I filled 2 just with the clothes from my dresser). That entire top layer is just college t-shirts. Those don’t even include my Tri Delta t-shirts. I didn’t even dare count those.

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Coming to terms with my near hoarder-ism is hands down the worst part about moving. But now that it’s all boxed up and out of site, the fun part of moving is starting to creep in. Like what new furniture I can purchase to make my next move even more difficult! Ikea here I come.

Confessions of a Pale Girl – Cape Cod

I don’t think I could ever live in the middle of America. There are likely a variety of reasons. But at the moment the number one reason is that I cannot imagine not being able to go to the beach without driving for days or flying or something.

I know what you’re thinking. Amanda, what about lakes? I have one answer: Not the fucking same.

Summer just isn’t summer with out several trips to the sand and sea. This weekend I stepped up my game and took summer to the next level and went to the Cape with my best friend from home.

Sea Gull Beach, Yarmouth MA

Sea Gull Beach, Yarmouth MA

We stayed in Hyannis on Main St. Perfect location. It’s not fancy, but that’s not what beach weekends are about. Beach weekends are about not showering until 5pm and trying to be tan.

I say trying to be tan. Because I have come to the realization that I will never ever be tan. The best I can hope for is to freckle so aggressively that they come together and create the semblance of tan. And you know what? I’ll take it.

We got to the beach by 9am both days this weekend and we stayed till at least 1pm and I can pretty confidently say this is the tannest I’ve ever been. Certainly with out burning. I didn’t escape unburned but the patch was less that 5 inches in diameter which is pretty good for me

Now it’s Sunday and were on the road back and were probably going to hit a ton of traffic but I couldn’t care less. The empty sunscreen bottles in my bag are proof that I’ve had a successful summer weekend. And if their rattling isn’t enough I can flip down the visor and look at that tan (freckle-y) bitch in the mirror and she reminds me to sit down and shut up and thank my lucky stars I’m not a pale mid-westerner.

I Heart The Improper Bostonian

I’ve been in Boston since 2007 when I shipped up here to attend BU. When I was visiting Boston to try and decide on colleges I picked up an Improper Bostonian at the Riverside T-stop and I’ve been hooked ever since. 

It is in my opinion the best free publication in town. It has everything you need each week to keep you informed on what’s happening in the bean. What trends have made it here. What new boutique is opening. When that really neat event/exhibit it happening at the MFA. What bands will be at the Paradise this month. It’s all in there. Then there’s always an interview with some celebrity that is tied to Massachusetts in some way and then several hilarious columns about varied topics. My favorite is Ezra Dryer. That dude is freakin’ funny.

However, that isn’t even my favorite thing about it. My favorite thing is that there’s always a profile on the hottest new cocktails, a breakdown of the trendiest new wine, and a review of the latest buzzed about restaurant. If I didn’t read the Improper I would never be able to say “oh yeah, I’ve heard of that place.” It’s like having a really cool, knowledgeable friend, without having to go out and actually seem hip enough to trick a cool and knowledgeable person into hanging out with you.

The Improper is usually a bi-weekly but in July only one issue comes out. And that is because the July issue is the best one of the whole year. The Best of Boston Issue! This issue is literally a roadmap to Boston’s most fashionable, trendiest, and yummiest stuff. (Yep, yummiest, it’s a word, deal with it). It covers Boson’s best Arts & Entertainment, Beauty & Health, Fashion, Goods & Services, Sports, People & Places, and most importantly Food & Drink and Bars & Clubs.

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I always go through the issue is a pen and check off the places I’ve already been and the ones I really want to try now. Invariably the “Want To Try” list is twice as long as the “Been There Done That” list, but that’s kind of the fun part. I still had my 2011 issue on hand (yep, because I’m a crazy) so I went back and compared how I did on the 2011 list compared to this years. I’ve been to 26 of the 2011 winners (pathetic) and 32 of the 2012 winners. There are 48 total repeat winners 23 of which held their title in the exact same category. Of those repeat winners I’ve been to 12. That means I tried 20 new places this year that are the best in their class. I think that’s pretty darn good.

Except there are still way more places I’m dying to go among the winners than I’ve been. 41 places to be exact. I should probably hit the gym, I’ve apparently got a lot of eating and drinking to do. 

The Been There Done That List 

  Anna’s Taqueria. Barking Crab, Bricco Ristorante & Enoteca ,Charlie’s Kitchen, Deep Ellum, Eastern Standard, Geoffrey’s Café, Harvard Gardens, Highland Kitchen, Howl at the Moon, Island Creek Oyster Bar, J.P. Licks, Jerry Remy’s Sports Bar & Grill, JM Curley,  Joe’s American Bar & Grill, Kickass Cupcakes, Legal Harborside Floor 3, Legal Harborside, Market, Regina Pizzeria, Red Lantern, Russell House Tavern, Saloon, Sam La Grassa’s, Sound Bites, South End Buttery,  Sunset Grill & Tap, The Black Rose, The Greatest Bar, The Haven, The Hawthorne, Whole Foods

The What To Try List

  Area Four, Best Little Restaurant, Bondir, Brendan Behan Pub, Brick & Mortar, Butcher Shop, Café Rustico, Central Bottle Wine and Provisions, Coppa, Erbaluce, Formaggio Kitchen,  Grill 23 & Bar, J.J. Foley’s Café, Khao Sarn, Life Alive Urban Oasis & Organic Café, L’Imposto, Lolita Cocina & Tequila Bar, Luckey’s Lounge, Massimino’s Cucina Italiana, Meadhall, Navy Yard Bistro & Wine Bar, Parish Café and Bar, Pizzeria Posto, Post 390, Silvertone Bar & Grill, South Street Diner, Stephanie’s on Newbury, Strega Ristorante & Strega Waterfront, Sweet Cheeks, Tamarind Bay Bistro and Bar, Temple Bar, Ten Tables, The Baseball Tavern,  The Bristol Lounge, The Franklin Café, The Painted Burro, The Paramount, The Warren Tavern, The Washington Square Tavern, Toro,  Trade