connecticut during the fall
Absolutely gorgeous. If you think the colors changing in Washington are beautiful? I am just in awe of the autumn New England has to bare. Ha! get it? Bare? all the colors without any evergreens and there are wild turkeys that just roam around. I'm jumping ahead so here let me rewind a bit. The wedding was small and somewhat informal but, in no way cheep or less beautiful. I welled up a bit like everyone else but, managed to hold back. I gave a toast, "To Amber and Jason, May your days together be long and your hardships few". Which I totally stole from wow but, I like the sentiment and no one noticed. We had an hour before dinner so I went out to visit the truffle pigs and sample a few herbs in the garden. It's funny to watch a guy run out every once in a while in a full chef's uniform with a pair of scissors. The pigs were adorable. I have a couple pictures of them. The irony was I returned to the dining room for a nine course pork themed meal. Ok so maybe I'm not as sophisticated but, it seems to me the more expensive the meal, the grosser the food tastes. $200 a plate and I was fantasizing about a nice big juicy porterhouse. I threw up on the way home and didn't eat for another two days. The plane ride was very uneventful. Chicago to Hartford I rode in a smaller jet that was incredibly fast. almost caught some sleep but the children behind me kept kicking my seat. I vaguely remember threatening them and was reminded why I don't want children. Little bastards should have been thrown in a cage and made to ride in the cargo section.
I made it to Hartford a little early but was met with a huge embrace and a passionate kiss. Just like in the movies. I guess the anxiety of, I hope she likes me in person" was over. Got into the apartment and had amazing sex. Much relief I after over a year of celibacy I still knew how to do it. I would say it's like riding a bike but, no this is much more fun.
Only embarrassing moment was when I had to use the bathroom and took the stinkiest poo I have ever taken in my life. I blame the food from Friday night. luckily I found the Fabreze and she either didn't smell it or pretended well.
Finally got caught up on sleep. Sunday we went to visit Mark Twain's house. They said you weren't allowed to take pictures of some of the museum pieces but I did anyway. Mainly the shackles that belonged to a former slave he freed and made into his butler also Mark Twain's traveling trunk which he took everywhere he went. A couple of candid shots of Christine and I posing as Mark Twain, Huckleberry Fin, and his girlfriend whatever her name was. I'm thinking Darla but that's probably wrong, wait, maybe that's Alfalfa. The house was amazing, he bought it for $40,000 but was easily worth ten times as much. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside or touch anything. I only touched something once, I leaned on a chair and got yelled at by the tour guide. The tour consisted of me, Christine and two sixth graders who were friends of the tour guide, so she sneaked us into a few areas of the house we weren't supposed to go into, so that was cool. Mainly his man cave with the billiards table and we saw the desk that he wrote all of his favorite works at. The tour guide also let me put my hand on the railing where Mark Twain had his hand so hopefully I will get some inspiration out of that. It was getting late, but we were able to peruse the gift shop where they had a life-sized Lego sculpture of Mark Twain, I have a picture. Also a scale Lego model of the home itself. I also have a picture of the woman who wrote Uncle Tom's Cabin who lived in the house next to Mark Twain. A very influential book for the time. Everything in the gift shop was double the price it should have been. There were tags on books covering up the ISBN price of 19.95 with one of $40. Everything here is really expensive. It's like half the quality and double the price. I just don't get it. On the way back we found a really cool Irish pub where Christine (who I keep calling Amy because that's her in game name) had her first Irish Car Bomb. We shared a corned beef sandwich, the bartender told us there was a really cool Irish rock band on Wednesday night and we decided we would come back on Wednesday. I wanted to sample some of the local cuisines and restaurants and places we don't have on the west coast. There's a place called Wings that served hot wings of all different flavors and ribs. We decided to go w/ the #2 heat wings and some honey BBQ pork ribs run by very *ethnic black people* The most shocking part of that restaurant was that they did not have any corn bread so we had to go back to the store and get some. Who would ever had thought of BBQ negro style and not having any corn bread. Tuesday night Christine had a long paper to work on that is 40% of her grade towards her Master's degree so I home cooked a meal and she was very impressed so that won me some points on top of all of the much needed home repairs I've been doing while she's at work. Among those home repairs I painted a giant lobster, which is her favorite animal, on her bathroom door, which might I add was hung really badly and I had to fix as well. I was a little worried she'd get really pissed off but it turned out she liked it so I still have my balls. Turns out there really isn't much I can do to piss this person off.
So tonight we're hooking up with her friend and getting some much needed weed on the condition that we take her home and afterward we're going to see a very kick-ass band. On a side note, I love Sanctuary and finally got to play Rock Band and discovered that I suck at the drums. Future plans include a trip to New York to hook up with George Hayes who is now a professional comedian. That's all for now. I will update in a couple of days.
I made it to Hartford a little early but was met with a huge embrace and a passionate kiss. Just like in the movies. I guess the anxiety of, I hope she likes me in person" was over. Got into the apartment and had amazing sex. Much relief I after over a year of celibacy I still knew how to do it. I would say it's like riding a bike but, no this is much more fun.
Only embarrassing moment was when I had to use the bathroom and took the stinkiest poo I have ever taken in my life. I blame the food from Friday night. luckily I found the Fabreze and she either didn't smell it or pretended well.
Finally got caught up on sleep. Sunday we went to visit Mark Twain's house. They said you weren't allowed to take pictures of some of the museum pieces but I did anyway. Mainly the shackles that belonged to a former slave he freed and made into his butler also Mark Twain's traveling trunk which he took everywhere he went. A couple of candid shots of Christine and I posing as Mark Twain, Huckleberry Fin, and his girlfriend whatever her name was. I'm thinking Darla but that's probably wrong, wait, maybe that's Alfalfa. The house was amazing, he bought it for $40,000 but was easily worth ten times as much. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside or touch anything. I only touched something once, I leaned on a chair and got yelled at by the tour guide. The tour consisted of me, Christine and two sixth graders who were friends of the tour guide, so she sneaked us into a few areas of the house we weren't supposed to go into, so that was cool. Mainly his man cave with the billiards table and we saw the desk that he wrote all of his favorite works at. The tour guide also let me put my hand on the railing where Mark Twain had his hand so hopefully I will get some inspiration out of that. It was getting late, but we were able to peruse the gift shop where they had a life-sized Lego sculpture of Mark Twain, I have a picture. Also a scale Lego model of the home itself. I also have a picture of the woman who wrote Uncle Tom's Cabin who lived in the house next to Mark Twain. A very influential book for the time. Everything in the gift shop was double the price it should have been. There were tags on books covering up the ISBN price of 19.95 with one of $40. Everything here is really expensive. It's like half the quality and double the price. I just don't get it. On the way back we found a really cool Irish pub where Christine (who I keep calling Amy because that's her in game name) had her first Irish Car Bomb. We shared a corned beef sandwich, the bartender told us there was a really cool Irish rock band on Wednesday night and we decided we would come back on Wednesday. I wanted to sample some of the local cuisines and restaurants and places we don't have on the west coast. There's a place called Wings that served hot wings of all different flavors and ribs. We decided to go w/ the #2 heat wings and some honey BBQ pork ribs run by very *ethnic black people* The most shocking part of that restaurant was that they did not have any corn bread so we had to go back to the store and get some. Who would ever had thought of BBQ negro style and not having any corn bread. Tuesday night Christine had a long paper to work on that is 40% of her grade towards her Master's degree so I home cooked a meal and she was very impressed so that won me some points on top of all of the much needed home repairs I've been doing while she's at work. Among those home repairs I painted a giant lobster, which is her favorite animal, on her bathroom door, which might I add was hung really badly and I had to fix as well. I was a little worried she'd get really pissed off but it turned out she liked it so I still have my balls. Turns out there really isn't much I can do to piss this person off.
So tonight we're hooking up with her friend and getting some much needed weed on the condition that we take her home and afterward we're going to see a very kick-ass band. On a side note, I love Sanctuary and finally got to play Rock Band and discovered that I suck at the drums. Future plans include a trip to New York to hook up with George Hayes who is now a professional comedian. That's all for now. I will update in a couple of days.