Anniversary for real
PM and I are big celebrators of the "month-a-versay" but yesterday was our ANNIVERSARY, for real. A whole year. We planned a getaway to a bed and breakfast in the Catskills.
We were greeted by who we thought was someone easily characterized as "mountain folk," (of the Deliverance variety). Turns out she was the rather sweet, downs syndrome(?), adopted daughter of the B&B owners. The owners were a married couple and the wife was a beached orca with a broken leg. We were kinda glad she couldn't fix us breakfast.
After a long and uncomfortable greeting, we went upstairs to our private apartment. Nice, especially the view. Then we changed for dinner at a near-bye restaurant where PM's friend works as a chef. The food was GREAT. The drinks were STRONG. PM and I found ourselves out cold in the car as we waited for his friend to get off of work. We were awoken by cops. And really, I can't *imagine* what they thought they saw. All we were was a nice couple: me, face down in my boyfriend's lap, jacket strewn on the dashboard; him, smeared on the cracked, yet still foggy window. What? What the hell?
Now. Some of you miiiiight know that I have a *wee* problem with authority. So after the fucker cop (there were two, but only one was a fucker) asked us the same question twice, I said, "LOOK, buddy-" and that was about it. Dude asked me to step out of the car. I considered it, and responded in the negative. Then he yelled at me...
After what seemed forever, we were cleared to go. The "problem" was that I was "drunk" and the keys were in the ignition (even though the car was off), thus I was in "operation" of the vehicle. I thought it was complete bullshit and I made no bones about it (PM was mortified that I was such a bitch to the cops). They made me do the stupid follow the light with your eyes test TWICE, by the way. PM's friend came out of the restaurant and said he'd take us in his car. After the fucker cop made yet another comment about my "attitude," I said, snottily: "Is an attitude illegal?" "Have a nice night," was the last thing he said. Oh we WILL. We just fucking will!
Ah. Well, it just wouldn't be an anniversary without the cops. That's how PM and I met, that's how we celebrate a year.
Next day we had an uncomfortable goodbye with the mountain folk, then went to hike a little at Bear Mountain. Here's us at a spot where you can see five or six lakes down below... Even my nostrils are gorgeously belligerent.
sweeties
PM and I on Bear Mt. for our first anniversary.
EDIT: a week later, PM receives a pair of boxers he left under the bed in the mail. She MAILED his dirty undies!
We were greeted by who we thought was someone easily characterized as "mountain folk," (of the Deliverance variety). Turns out she was the rather sweet, downs syndrome(?), adopted daughter of the B&B owners. The owners were a married couple and the wife was a beached orca with a broken leg. We were kinda glad she couldn't fix us breakfast.
After a long and uncomfortable greeting, we went upstairs to our private apartment. Nice, especially the view. Then we changed for dinner at a near-bye restaurant where PM's friend works as a chef. The food was GREAT. The drinks were STRONG. PM and I found ourselves out cold in the car as we waited for his friend to get off of work. We were awoken by cops. And really, I can't *imagine* what they thought they saw. All we were was a nice couple: me, face down in my boyfriend's lap, jacket strewn on the dashboard; him, smeared on the cracked, yet still foggy window. What? What the hell?
Now. Some of you miiiiight know that I have a *wee* problem with authority. So after the fucker cop (there were two, but only one was a fucker) asked us the same question twice, I said, "LOOK, buddy-" and that was about it. Dude asked me to step out of the car. I considered it, and responded in the negative. Then he yelled at me...
After what seemed forever, we were cleared to go. The "problem" was that I was "drunk" and the keys were in the ignition (even though the car was off), thus I was in "operation" of the vehicle. I thought it was complete bullshit and I made no bones about it (PM was mortified that I was such a bitch to the cops). They made me do the stupid follow the light with your eyes test TWICE, by the way. PM's friend came out of the restaurant and said he'd take us in his car. After the fucker cop made yet another comment about my "attitude," I said, snottily: "Is an attitude illegal?" "Have a nice night," was the last thing he said. Oh we WILL. We just fucking will!
Ah. Well, it just wouldn't be an anniversary without the cops. That's how PM and I met, that's how we celebrate a year.
Next day we had an uncomfortable goodbye with the mountain folk, then went to hike a little at Bear Mountain. Here's us at a spot where you can see five or six lakes down below... Even my nostrils are gorgeously belligerent.
sweeties
PM and I on Bear Mt. for our first anniversary.
EDIT: a week later, PM receives a pair of boxers he left under the bed in the mail. She MAILED his dirty undies!