It's just me. Rambling
Let's see. . I am young, much younger than you. I promise. I am from New York City but decided to leave the glorious city of Manhattan and go to school in Indiana. I'd love to hear what you have to say. . Email me. Caitlinkeating89@gmail.com
Blackberry messenger " BBM" honestly scares me.
My grandfather. Photo credit: My dad.
Hey Grandma & Grandpa. Mom told me you were worried because I haven’t posted anything in the last few days, but don’t be too alarmed, I have just been so busy!
Monday night I went over to Bryant Park for the opening of the South West Porch, a new little restaurant, and tuesday night was the 2009 Marine Corps Mess night, which I have to say, was extremely fun. The marines know how to have a good time. That’s for sure. I had delicious food, and chatted with people who have been to Iraq numerous times, fought in World War II, and still somehow have a huge smile across their face. I have never been in a room before with so many people who have done such great things for our country. It inspired me. To do what, I am not sure!
Kate from school got into town yesterday and we are off to the Hamptons for Fourth of July weekend.
Will keep everyone posted and grandma and grandpa.. I love and miss you and will 100% come by your apartment next week. xx
Up at my country house, at a random nearby convenient store that is depressing the hell out of me. They sell the most random things ever. Stuffed animals, fishing poles, bait, sandwiches, slushies, magazines, furniture, ( chairs, tables, etc ) and of course beer, lotto, and cigs.
A really crappy photo from my window last night of the sunset. The sky was bright red. It came right after that crazy thunderstorm. I was lying on my couch as my mom was raving about how pretty it looked. By the time I got up to snap a photo, It was almost dark out. Like my mom said, ” Caitlin you would never be a good photographer because it’s all about the moment! You missed the moment.” Thanks mom!
As I sat down at the nail salon
the thunder began and soon the women who was doing my nails started to tremble. I got a little worried. Not so much about the insane amount of rain that was pounding down on the dirty streets, but for this women who had a bottle of bright pink nail polish in her hand, attempting to paint my nails, on my fragile little hands.
She was honestly shaking, as everyone in this uptight salon started freaking out. I continued to read the new issue of Vogue that sat on my lap, as I checked my email on my I phone. The women next to me said ’ Oh my gosh! I have never seen rain this crazy before! It’s going to beat me down when I walk outside.’ I responded saying, ” You will be fine. You haven’t even began your manicure yet and you will still have to dry your nails. By the time you leave, the rain will be gone and the sun will be out again.’
With not too much surprise, by the time my newly painted nails were dry, as I spent twenty minutes looking out through the sparkly clean window out onto the street, the rain had stopped when I walked out into the streets.
The older women looked up at me, still scared for her life, as I told her that her nails looked great and ’ Look at that! The sun is out again!’
I love thunderstorms. I really do, but this rain has GOT to stop.
It’s a Thursday night and I should be out, but of course it’s not even Midnight and my eyes are quickly closing.
To be honest, nothing beats getting on the ferry to go to Martha’s Vineyard. No matter what emails you haven’t responded to, or what you’re leaving behind on the ” main land” it is the most relaxing feeling to know you will soon be docking in paradise. Sounds cheesy, I know, but so true.
Like I’ve said before, as much as I love the amazing internships I have had at such a young age, there is nothing like living on the Vineyard for the summer. My sister is now working at The Chilmark Store, where I worked for 2 summers in a row. She is living in the same house I did, talking with the same regulars that come in every morning for their NY Times and corn muffin, always disappointed that the NY Post will NOT and never will deliver to Chilmark.
It is the calm life, the life with no worries besides for the weather, that I miss. It is what brings my family back, and it will always bring me back. My mom says she will retire there and buy a little house on the beach with vintage furniture and a red toaster oven. I told her as long as she saves me a bedroom, or a couch, or a spot on the floor, I am totally for the idea.
Oh New York City, I love you because the great thing about you is that I can leave and you will always be here for me when I eventually return.
Second Chance by Shinedown.
Lindsey and I played this song at least 5 times on the way back from The Hamptons last weekend.
It is now blasting from the pathetic speakers in my room, while I wish I was driving out east right now. .
Something about it makes me want to jump/dance/sing all the lyrics out loud.
Trying to buy a new pair of running sneakers. It’s a weak attempt to start working out. Hopefully they won’t stay in my closet. Most likely, they will. How ami supposed to pick a pair?!? They’re all identical!
@ My Sister's Keeper. WARNING: Bring a box of issues. I was the only non-human person there who didn't shed a tear.
Lindsey jamming out to the radio.
From New York City to Southampton to Montauk, we sadly can’t escape any further east. The Seagulls are loving Lindseys car.
What else is there to do on a rainy day in the Hamptons? Playing Super Mario Cart 8 Wii with Linds and her sister Julie. I somehow won.. Saw The Proposal earlier which was HIlARIOUS! Getting ready to go to Love Heels charity event hosted by Charlotte Ronson.
Plans for this weekend:
Leave tonight for Southampton with Lindsey, her sister and her husband.
Tomorrow during the day: Who knows? Maybe Grand Opening of Day & Night Restaurant Beach club? Depends on the weather which so far is not looking too good.
Tomorrow night: Love heels event that was supposed to be at Luna Farm and is now in Southampton. Late night..? Lily Pond?
Sunday: Head to the Surf Lodge where we will drink delicious cocktails, sit on the deck rain or shine, and stay the night.
Monday: Head back to NYC. Argh.
As much as I love New York City, it’s so hard to come back after leaving. It’s quite nice to leave the loud crowded city for a few days. .
If you know of something fabulous going on in the hamptons, or somewhere Lindsey and I should go for a change, let me know! I’m always up for checking out new spots.
I am so not one to make plans, so that little schedule I wrote is cracking me up. I make plans and 5 seconds later break them. It’s pretty bad.
