Last Friday Night

Sorry I have fallen off the blog radar for the past few weeks. I've been caught up with work, summer nights, and Firefly Lane. I'm finally able to add another post (in between blowing my nose and drying my tears) because I can now step away from the book that has had me in another world this past week. Firefly Lane has been the perfect escape but I have to say I'm glad it's over. I've been so caught up in it, I would race home to read more. I don't remember the last time I read a book, never mind one that effected me as much as this one.

Last week, Friday Night finally made a comeback... I guess all the stars were aligned. It was the perfect day, mid 80s, and at the last minute two of my bests from Bryant came to visit. We had dinner at Kabuki, caught up over edemame and I successfully introduced them to the eel avocado roll which is my favorite!

When we got home, we got ready all together just like we were back at school- music blasting, playing relay with the flat iron, and 4 girls to one mirror. Gessen joined us when she got out of work and after trying on a dozen outfits, snapping a bunch of pictures, we were ready to go. The rest of the night was spent at The Coast Guard House where you could find us holding our Narragansetts in the air on the dance floor. Nothing could stop us- except for the view outside that we admired multiple times that night. On the ride home we hit the highest notes our vocal cords would allow and recapped in the morning via pictures, videos and the disaster in the kitchen. Now that's the Friday night I've been looking for.

View from the Coast Guard deck

Ice Queen

Another Friday has come and gone and Mother Nature once again, selfishly took away a well deserved night out. I spent the stormy evening in with my boyfriend watching Get Him to the Greek- which I really can't complain about, however I'm still waiting for that typical "summer night" and longing to get caught up in the music at the Coast Guard House. Thankfully Sunday nights have saved me and are what keep me going throughout the week. Since I've been back in the area, I've found myself at Trio in Narragansett every Sunday night. Whether it's drinks with my gf or dinner with the boyfriend, it has yet to let me down...and the perfect summer drink may or may not be found there! Gessen and I first tried it out on a whim a few weeks ago- "being decisively spontaneous" is our new thing- and it was a pleasant surprise. I ordered the Midnight Martini: Patron XO, Svedka Vanilla and Kahlua-HELLO! and she ordered the ever loyal original cosmo. Both drinks were delish but it wasn't until my next visit the following week that I was tempted to call this the place of Summer 2011. My boyfriend and I went for drinks and half off apps and that's when I was introduced to the Ice Queen. It's one of Trio's best selling martinis and I can see why! Grape vodka, white grape juice and ice wine, topped with real grapes-so perfect. I didn't hate the food either: we had their "Pizza of the Moment" and although the name sounds silly, this pie was nothing to joke about. Although I'm now in love with Sundays, there's still an opportunity for Fridays to share the spotlight.

Here and Now vs. There and Later

I'm in downtown Boston, wearing my new tailored jacket, hot coffee in hand, waiting for the T. Excited, because my new new Account Executive position at my agency has lead me to three new clients, whom I have meetings with throughout the day. It's a Friday, and the Sox are scheduled to play the Yankees, and because of a friend of a friend in my office, my roommate and I have tickets to tonight's game...

REALITY SAYS

I'm on the golf cart, fanny pack strapped on, serving beers and Powerades to old men, for yet another summer. As far as scenario 1- A rough draft of the life I will be living come this Fall. In the meantime I am putting in my hours at the same golf course I have been bartending and driving beverage carts for the past four Summers. Yes, there comes a little sting when I engage in those generic "What are you doing now" conversations, as I explain that I don't have a "real"job yet, that I am still at Beaver River and still rockin the same khaki shorts I bought when I was 18, as I endure my job hunt in Boston.

But To be frank, the sting is minuscule. A very similar version of Scenario 1 WILL happen. Not to toot my own horn, but I have the "smarts" and even more, the conviction. So, I'll flash these pearly whites, do the fake laugh, pull out the same one liners that I have ever year.."I'll catch ya on the back nine,"... "Another Bud Don?"..." Who's buying this round?"..etc etc... and even more, I will deposit all those ones and SAVE, because, God knows that apartment on the skirts of Boston won't be cheap.

So for Now- It's a Friday, it's Hot, I am 21 years old in Rhode Island-the world is my oyster. And more importantly there is a DJ at the Coast Guard House tonight and my gf and I have yet to find the perfect Summer drink.