Daily Archives: June 17, 2009

Introducing: a cousin, AJ!

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iannucci

So friends, as most of you know, I have lots and lots of family. And they don’t leave CT much, except on very special occasions. But one of my very own cousins (well, as I explained to Jeff, my mom’s cousin’s stepdaughter, so technically my second cousin by marriage, but we’re all cousins in the Iannucci family) has moved to LA! So last night, Jeff, Bec, and I went to her improv show, and went to find her afterwards. Jeff said, “So…do you think she’ll remember you?” And I laughed, and said, “Well, I should hope so!” He was wondering because he knows that our family is so big, but let me tell you, the funny thing about our family is everyone remembers everyone. It’s pretty crazy.

Then I tapped her arm, and she screamed like we all do, gave me a huge hug, and immediately introduced me to her fiance. It was a lovely greeting, and we couldn’t stop hugging and loving and meeting and greeting, and then we all went to get a drink top catch up and spill what had happened since the last time we saw each other under happy circumstances, nearly 2 years ago, or so.

The lucky thing with family is that they are your family, so no matter what, it’s never awkward.

When we parted, AJ said, “Now I feel like I belong.” And it’s true. She does. Now some of us Iannuccis have migrated to another coast.

What a good night!

In other words, my legs are sore.

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metro

So I’ve been biking home from work on and off for 2 weeks, now. I rode home part of last week, and both Monday and Tuesday of this week. Monday was supposed to be my first day biking TO work, but I chickened out at the last minute. Mostly I wanted to sleep in, but part of me was scared of the ride TO the train, which is uphill and through a busy part of Hollywood. Of course, it’s also only a half-mile, so really I needed to get a grip and just do it.

Tuesday I woke up and decided that maybe Wednesday, mid week, would be a good day to start.

Tuesday night I went to bed at 11, and thought for sure I’d chicken out by the morning. But I felt terrible for Jeff, who kept having to get up early to bring me to work. So I decided I would just do it, indeed! I got up at 6, a half hour late, but by 6:33 I was out the door ready to bike to the station. It took me until 6:44 to get underground and get my ticket, so I must have biked faster than I did the first time (when Jeff and I went to Pasadena for my volleyball game and it took me so long I was embarassed and angry).

So I managed to get on the 6:47 train to Union Station, and from there it was a lovely ride. I switched to the gold line from the red line around 7:10, and at 7:45 I was above ground getting on my bike at Lake Station. I pedalled into the courtyard at 7:56, and was certainly on time for work!

I also made the discovery that from work to Lake Station, which is almost a mile and a half, the road is a hill. The entire way. So all my self-depreciating thoughts of how I was terribly out of shape are not justified — really I am just biking up a hill. Go me!

This also means the bike to work is very easy — which means I probably won’t be minding it much. Except the getting up at 5:30 part.