I am fresh off a two weeklong spring break-athon in which the concluding event was a wedding in South Jersey. I got home this morning at 2:30 a.m., fell asleep, and still haven’t awoken. These past few weeks have been a crazy ride aboard the fun train through New England fueled with old friends, alcohol, and Easter candy. I am in serious need of Dr. Drew.
It began the Saturday before Easter. Scheibel family tradition dictates that Easter must be observed at Lake George—the only location we all happily travel distances for. As the entire family made their way upstate saturday morning, I performed my annual task of making a walkway through the 5 foot snow bank in the drive way (using both an ax and a shovel to loosen the ice mound). Meanwhile, 2000 miles away in a sunny Monteray, CA Anna, my west coast “movement-teacher-at-a-Waldorf-school” friend was boarding a flight bound for Albany for a week-long visit—“spring break New England”.
Anna and I became friends while studying in Australia in 2004. I first met her when I walked up the 3 flights of stairs to the top floor of my flat building to find a group of people having a good time; Anna was at the center, enthusiastically squeezing the very last drops of boxed wine out of the bag of wine which was removed from the box. Soon there after we discovered our mutual love for running, Oprah, champagne, and being extremely silly almost all the time. I visited her at her home in Seattle once during my road trip after graduation in ’06; this was her first time out East. Mischief, hilarity, and heartache ensued as we pinballed between Albany, Lake George, Saratoga, Holden, Boston, Cape Cod, and New York City…
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