Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Twenty Four Hours in Newport

January 26, 2008 – Newport, RI

11pm – I’m a sophomore at Salve Regina University. I live with my two best friends. I babysit almost every weekend because I’m always broke and leaving the dorm and being able to hang out with kids in the comfort of a nice home with free food eases the pain of my perpetual home sickness. On this particular Saturday, I’m doing just that when I receive a text from my roommate, Mary:

“That kid you love, James, is here.”

(Definition of love: we had Facebook messaged once in October and I hadn’t seen or spoke to him since. He was getting his Master’s at Salve so apparently he didn’t go out much. I may or may not have day dreamed about him regularly.)

11:15pm – I get back to my dorm and say to my other roommate, “Antonia, that kid.. James… he’s at the party Mary went to. On Bellevue. Should I go? I haven’t even showered. asdhjaksjdhaksjhd.”

“Of course! YES! Go!”

“No, I can’t…. let’s flip a coin. Heads I hop in the shower and go. Tails I stay.”

It’s heads.

11:45pm – I show up at the party alone with soaking wet hair and it’s snowing and I’m sober and what am I doiiiiinggggg….

11:50pm – James is in the kitchen with one million people I don’t know. I try to look cool and sexy, he doesn’t approach me. I abandon that plan. As he goes to walk from one room to the next I look down and sort of bump into him, feigning confusion. 

“Don’t I know—-”

Interrupting me in the strongest Boston accent I had ever heard, “Antonelli, right?” James takes a sip of his beer and smirks.

I turn purple and the rest is…..

January 28, 2013 – Newport, RI

We revisited the house we first met, took a picture and ran.

I surprised James with a stay at The Viking Hotel, which is insanely cheap in the off-season and literally empty!

I definitely picked Salve because of how gorgeous it is. Winter or not, Newport I love you!

420 Bellevue – WHERE IT ALL BEGAN – aslkdjaslkdjalsd

One of my favorite things to do in Newport is go to People’s cafe and play chess in the back. I suck at chess.

Let’s be honest – the next five years? They were no cake walk. As documented on this blog (for the past two years) and thankfully undocumented (the three years before that), but anyway, thanks for all of them, James. Even though I don’t let you read my blog, it’s pretty evident that you’re my number one…

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