The Return of Trainwreck

Picture above may or may not exeggerate age of average tennis player at the Sportman's Tennis Club in Dorchester, MA

So last night I made my 2nd appearance (group hit night) at the Sportsman's Tennis Club in Dorchester, MA. It's the only club of I know of in Boston that's relatively affordable. I guess I am back on the courts again after a long hiatus (except for a few good stretches during the warmer months of the year) and thinking about joining. These guys also do league play which is cool and I can represent Boston.

It's funny - I've never really thought about rankings and levels (3.0, 4.0, etc.) but now I need to. What's also funny is that this group, maybe around 20 strong, is mostly a bunch of old men who play some good old man tennis. Last night I played doubles and felt pretty shaky. These guys do not look like they should be that good but they are deceptive and play smart. In addition when you move indoors the balll just seems to skid and move a lot faster. These guys are probably not serving more than 70 mph but it feels like 100 mph.

It's funny how quickly I revert to old habits. I know I can play the game, but the minute I get on the court, especially with new players, I start second guessing myself. I have always been this way - a real headcase. When I am confident - I can hit ridiculous shots that I should not be able to hit but the opposite is also true and I don't what's in my genetics that playing with a bunch of average old men can make me so nervous.

In general, I think having some competition and being challenged with some stakes are a good thing to have on a weekly basis in your life. It keeps things interesting. And yet I'm not gonna lie by saying it wasn't somewhat of a relief to graduate MAC and not have to think about playing another match there again in my life and the thought of playing in a competitive league again makes me think again about how quickly "Trainwreck" (my college alter-ego) could return.

Weekend fun

Many of you (and by many I mean probably no one) might wonder what I do with myself in Boston on the weekends. I can't say this was the best weekend I've had in awhile, but here goes a few highlights:

Friday
I get home from work to entertain a visitor from a non-profit soliciting me to get involved with anti-bottled water campaign. This same group sent someone to my house on a similar occasion a few months ago with similar results. For the second time in a row, they send a beautiful young woman around my age who does an amazing job at acting (or maybe not acting) genuinely interested in my life, my work, and being as friendly and nice as possible. How could I say no? After already becoming a monthly donor this new one fished a one time donation out of me - this is exactly why 90% of their office is probably young hot females.
I then went to a Harvard law party (I have a friend there) - unfortunately the lights were very bright, the punch was warm, and the music was awful. Since I wasn't in anyone's "section" I felt a little out of place. You gotta be open to new ideas and you never what experiences life will throw at you - this time not a whole lot but who knows if I went to 10 Harvard law party's what could happen?
Saturday
Went to a few party's and after figuring out it wouldn't be smart to drive home I drank some more -It always takes one of these moments to later remember why you shouldn't do this. Just a word of advice here - I would advise against taking a shot of flaming Sambuca (and doing the sniffer)-I hate licorice and when drinking beer all night it just doesn't seem to fit. Anyways, this is probably what made me sick and it's been awhile since I really felt it so bad. It probably didn't help that I was the only one in the house without a bed or couch and slept in a half curl in a chair.
Sunday
Not much to report except my pancakes debacle in the morning (I was in so state to be cooking in all fairness):
1 cup of pancake mix, 1 cup of milk, 1 cup vegetable oil
Wait a second, did I just say 1 cup vegetable oil? I meant 1 TBSP - too late. I ate 2 crispy pancakes oozing with oil that almost made me run to the bathroom again mid-way through the 2nd pancake.
I proceeded to spend the next 3 hours curled up in the fetal position in my bed having a hard time deciding whether my it was my head pounding or my stomach clenching harder.
According to my brother, 1 cup of vegetable oil is more than you normally consume in a week - it's like eating a full stick of butter or something.
I eventually forced myself out of bed at around 3 because it was so beautiful outside and generally I think being in bed doesn't actually make you feel better. They weren't my best 9 wholes of golf but I got through them.

You can't say I don't live an adventerous life

Monsey, New York

I recently visited the great large apple of NYC and the beautiful state of New Jersey on a recent sales trip. One of the highlights was seeing my rabbi friend Heshy in Monsey, NY. Since it was the night before Sukkot - Heshy wanted to take me out and see the community and how different it would be for someone like me coming from a secular background.

Joseph Berger of The New York Times said in a 1997 article that Monsey in the 1950s "was a small rustic intersection with a single yeshiva." By 1997 Monsey had 112 synagogues and 45 yeshivas (Wikipedia).

I saw a number of interesting things but surprisingly my biggest cultural shock moment was going to the Orthodox supermarket at about 11 AM on a Thursday night, bussling with people. This 100% kosher supermarket was, not joking, a slightly reduced in size version of Cosco. My friend is not Hasidim (see pic. above) but almost all of the other shoppers were (and were men). The majority of these folks speak the dying language of Yiddish while the people working there were almost all Spanish speaking. Given the product mix - which was also almost entirely foreign and in Hebrew and the noise level of so many people speaking and yelling things accross the aisles at once, I really thought I was in another country. I also wasn't sure whether my Spanish or Yiddish needs more improvement - oy gevalt what am I saying I don't speak any Yiddish!

Anyways, I'm walking around in awe when all of the sudden I get hit with the worse heart burn (reminescent of a previous occassion - I should probably do something about this at some point) and fell to the floor clutching my chest in pain. It wasn't like I wasn't already receiving a wide range of stares dressed and looking the way I was. After Heshy finally found me and finished his shopping we were able to leave with only slight embarresement. No one did offer any me help, Sukkot was too soon around the corner (actually I sort of ran off an hid between cash registers in a crouched position)
This entry finally connected my two favourite things to write about - heartburn and Judaism. Coincidence? I hope not

My Top 5 Cities

I'm heading home on the Bolt Bus from NYC right now and thought I'd use their free wi-fi to write a quick blog entry - it's crazy that they have this bus now and it's not anymore $$ than the Chinatown bus (and your bus will not explode into flames mid-way).

I had a few days in Jersey for a business trip and in the past have used this opportunity to visit friends in NYC. This time I kind of wanted to get back to Boston and it made me realize how this has become my new home and how much the city's grown on me. It's still not my favourite - in fact right now, at least for cities in the U.S. (plus Montreal since it's close to where I grew up) it might go something like:

1. Montreal*
2. New Orleans
3. Burlington***
4.Minneapolis/St. Paul
5. Pittsburgh/Madison (tie here)
*The one caveat with these ones is in the winter they probably doesn't even make the top 5 because it's so cold.
***Not because it's cold but because of all the annoying UVM students is really only #3 because of it's amazingness in the summer

NYC is a tough one because it goes from 1 to last so quickly from moment to moment - it's just such a crazy place that has extrreme potentials for coolness or terribleness and it's different every time I go. Pittsburgh is surprisingly very cool - lot's of hills, up & coming with very affordable living (and bars), lots of artsy type stuff going on - give it a chance it will surprise you. I imagine Philly and Portland would make the list if I spent more time there. Tuscon is cool too - but doesn't seem really together like a lot of places out West you need a car so it gets cut from the list.

I feel pretty lucky that I've been able to go to a bunch of Red Sox games, see a few shows, go on a few adventures, and many times at-the-last minute, which is much harder to do in NYC. So for now I'm sticking around and hoping that winter won't suck too hard

Police brutality

Going through Dorchester on my way home from the Cape this weekend I had an interesting experience with the police. And by interesting I mean I almost pooped my pants.

I seem to always get in trouble when I am with my friend Higgsy from London who doesn't usually wear a seatbelt for whatever reason and usually puts his feet high up on the dashboard. He's also quite a lanky fellow so it's very noticeable for a passerbye. Dorchester is not such a great neighborhodd in Boston but it wasn't too late, only around 9 or so and it was Sunday.

I still don't know why I was pulled over but there were two cars and the one unmarked one had a big black dude in street clothes that was the most intimidating "police" officer I've ever had to talk to. I think they thought we must have been someone else because they first were asking about what Higgsy was holding on his hand (a GPS) and where we were going...he asked me if I had been drinking and I said no and he pressed me on it saying, "so you haven't a single drink today??!!!" and since the truth was that I had had a beer at around 11 am I told him so and he went bezerk and asked if I thought he was an idiot and told me to step out of the car. I tried to explain that what I meant was that I had drank one beer and not "been drinking" - seems like two very different things right? He started shouting at me about if he asks a question he wants an answer and he asked if I was drinking water whether I would tell him or not. It was absotuely ridiculous. He then was saying how I was stumbling and my eyes were all glazed over - which none of this was true and I told him to breathalize me. He then told me he could put me in the slammer if he wanted. and after telling Higgsy (as they continued to harrass me) that they were fuc$#ng me, they even searched through my car and asked about open containers. They were saying that Higgs was going to have to drive my car home and I told them that he only had an international liscence and didn't know how to drive stick and they were like "we don't care."

The whole thing was crazy and when they finally let me go back in my car they jokingly said to Higgsy, "what's going on here?!" and he told me that they were indeed screwing with me. And actually as I found out afterwards he had told them to do so when they asked him halfway through if they should keep doing it. If he had said no things probably would have gotten worse so I think it was the right answer. But still, they couldn't have been completly screwing around since they continued to search my car even after they told him it wasn't real.

I'm just glad I got away unscraped but it was really terrifying and I'm never good in those situations anyways. I wish I could know why I was pulled over - they just told some lame thing like "slow down" right at the end but I feel like this is exactly why so many people hate cops. They probably could have actually put me in jail for some made up thing if they had really wanted to.

Something smells Fishy at 3231 Washington St.

A christian from Ecuador, a Muslim from Springfield (MA), and a Jew from Vermont walk into a bar...

sounds like the beginning to some joke right? Well this is the rainbow that is my apartment and for the most we get along pretty well. Last night my Muslim roommate Hammed (who's not really observant at all but that's his background) expressed some frustrations with me. I understood a lot of his complaints and I can get in trouble when I fail to see something that is common sense to most people. Take this for instance:

My roommate Hammed told me that his whole family and a bunch of friends would be coming to the house for a graduation party and he gave us some good heads up notice. While I knew they were coming I didn't really think it would be such a bad idea to fry up a quick fish before they got there. Problem was, by the time I actually started frying this smelly greasy fish, his whole family was there, and for some reason, many were in suit and ties and standing around me as I fried. I was the loan white person there too. His mom and sister invited me though to come and join outside with their bbq but I could tell Hammed would not be happy if I took her up on this offer.

So no one actually said anything about the fish at the time, and looking back it is somewhat humorous, albeit rude. But apparently, as I found out last night, my roommate has been holding a grudge against me for the last few months after since this fish frying incidence. I can understand his frustration - I just don't do deal with passive aggressive people who hold things in like this.

Canadian Cougars

Going home for Memorial Day was really nice. I took a trip to perhaps one of my top 3 favourite cities - Montreal. There's just a lot to do there, beautiful parks and overlook at Mont Royal, lots of good eateries and cultural events, and the city just always seems to be more alive than Boston (or Burlington for that matter). And I'm not just saying this because when you turn 18 in Vermont you go to Montreal to drink legally (slash see some "dancing"), it really does seem to be more vibrant. Every time I've been there seems to be some funny or crazy thing that happens. The highlight from this trip was going with my current roommate in Boston to a club downtown (unlike Boston you can actually hang out downtown at night) known as "le Funkytown" that a random stranger had recommended to us. The funny thing was that it actually was pretty funky town (the music wasn't bad)- just not in the way I expected. After paying a $10 cover there was no turning around after coming in and noticing that there was hardly a single person there under the age of 39. Now for most 24 year olds this would be a pretty awkward moment - and it was. Especially because many people had that real traditional Quebecois thing going on. But I figured I had nothing to lose so I took to the dance floor and after some time was in my element and had a small crowd dancing with me. I ended up having a pretty fun time with some of the Canadian Cougars - although for some reason all of these woman were about a foot taller than me. I even inspired some older balding men to join the dance floor - good times.

The funny conclusion to this trip was that ever since the border police searched my car as a teen many years ago I always freak out at the border (not that I wouldn't anyways). Going to Canada the guards pretty much say, "have a good time eh (added for emphasis) and if you go to that club Funky Town make sure to say hi to Edna for me," but on the way back into the U.S. they are really terrible. You feel like you are going through interegation and you've done something wrong and have to crap really badly all of the sudden. This time was no different and I knew I would screw up. The border guard quickly fired off 6 questions in a menacing tone not giving me anytime to answer: "What were you doing in Canada? Where are you from? How long were you there? What illegal substances do you have in the car? Did you buy anything in Canada? How do you (in the car) know each other?" He had asked me where I lived too and I mistakenly said Shelburne Vermont and not Boston because I was nervous and after my roommate had said Boston and I had answered we knew eachother because we lived together, it didn't quite add up and we had to get out of the car while my roommate (who's from Ecuador) recieved an additional 30 minutes of questioning. While these questions might seem easy, put in the right context and with the right tone of voice it's really intimidating even when you've done nothing wrong.