Studying on the Beach
Study material on the beachLast Friday, I drove to Massachusetts to spend some time with family at a party on Sunday. Leaving New York City by way of Connecticut on a Friday afternoon is insane: the traffic was bumper-to-bumper on I-95 and CT-15 (I switched highways in Norfolk to see if one was better than the other) almost all the way to I-91. By the time I got to Massachusetts, the sun was beginning to set, and the traffic became much more favorable.
The party's attendees were relatives from the Massachusetts and New Hampshire area, including New Hampshire's most famous person. We had loads of fun, as always, and I've finally been roped into getting a kilt in the tartan of our beloved Clan MacLeod. Apparently, the best place to get a kilt is Atholl Brose, a store run by an old witch in west Boston. Exciting. I don't know when I'll get the chance to wear it, except, perhaps, to The New Hampshire Highland Games, which my sister and I would like to check out soon-ish. I won't have my kilt for this year's games, though, I'm afraid.
Yesterday, still on the island and enjoying the weather, I decided to spend some time studying for the Series 7 exam on the beach. The picture above shows my studying arrangements, complete with bright yellow beach chair overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I spent two or three hours studying there before the chair started becoming uncomfortable, and I accomplished quite a lot.
Now, I'm back at home in New Jersey, with my cats whom my parents smuggled from Houston to Boston on Saturday. The return drive wasn't as bad as last Friday's drive, but I am compelled to point out using the Cross Bronx Expressway around 5 PM is a horrible idea. That said, I still managed to shave about 90 minutes off the time it took to get to my destination in Massachusetts.
I hope all you fine readers had a wonderful weekend and were able to experience at least some of the beautiful weather that appeared across most of the country on Sunday.