October 2
dont be scared. that's what i look like when i wake up.
I like pizza as much as the next person. There are some things that I believe should not be allowed as a topping, no matter what. Ham. Pineapple. Peanut Butter. We did not see a single Porsche. Anywhere. We arrived at the Inn on Woodstock Hill, where the show was to be (after being lost, on and off, for about 30 minutes). Nary a Porsche. However, if you're looking for a place to stay overnight, or have a wedding or something, I wholeheartedly recommend that place. It's lovely and they stock the women's bathroom with tampons and pads. Free. If I had needed one, it would have been an amazing thing. The day wasn't a total waste, however. We got to see Patrick and Patricia, (Nick's brother and his wife, so my brother and sister in law) and their kids Timmy and Andrew. It's probably well known that I'm a sucker. That I have trouble saying no. Imagine what occurs when the cutest 4 year old you have EVER SEEN asks to play Candyland. You betcha I'm going to play. Do I complain when he plays with his ultra-mega-mega morphin power rangers in my ear? Nope. When he takes my hand when we walk around their property? Nope. The clincher was when he said that he "saw hearts in his eyes when he saw me". That was the end of it for me. It was love. I was ready to exchange Nick for Andy without question when we got to the pizza place and he scooched in and sat next to me and shared his french fries with me. Then, I found out that his allowance is only 50 cents a week. I can afford him!! He asked me if I would come over every day. I'm such a weenie, that if we lived a little bit closer, I certainly would, if only to see how damn cute he is.
We did a LOT of driving around the north-eastern part of the state (I think that's where we were. I can never tell in Connecticut. We were in the vicinity of UConn. At least for a while.) We were steps away from Brooklyn (CT). Fall has definitely arrived and it was beautiful. We passed a farm where there were llamas grazing. I hate llamas, but i wont let that detract from the story. After dinner with Pat & Pat, etc, we realized that we were mere minutes from the Buckland Hills mall. This is the mother of all malls. I can't decide if BUCKLAND is the town name or what, but there's no other reason for that place to exist. Retail is it's middle name. Because I love malls and all things mall-related, we had to stop in and walk around. One $3.75 latte and a $10.00 monkey later (see below), we were gone. I'll go back some other time during the day where I can truly appreciate the mall itself along with the rest of the town, which is a stripmall. I think that if people actually live there, they live in storage boxes, and they all work at Chili's. In the mall, I turned to Nick and said "it's funny. some of the girls working in these stores don't yet realize that all they're ever going to be good at in life is working in a mall".
This is the softest monkey you've ever felt. Seriously. though, I dont know how many of you have felt a lot of stuffed monkeys. That's a deep shame.
Music, By God!
So, after all that talk yesterday of my favorite singers, I learned that Paolo Conte is playing in Boston. This goes to prove that I really do tend to like singers that are similar lyrically, even in Italian. From Boston Sidewalk:"Romantic, world-weary European cabaret music from Italy's answer to Leonard Cohen. A Boston premiere." There's also this about him. If you prefer English, click here. He does kick all kinds of ass. So, anyway, it's looking like Nick and I will be in Boston on October 30th and then again the following weekend (for Bryan Ferry). If you are our friend, (or are a reader of me!) and want to see us, send me email and maybe we can get together for a cuppa clam chowdah.
The plan for tomorrow is to go to the gym. That's not set in stone, but probably will happen. I just dont feel like running into Gil, the trainer to be. I dont have the money to play with him right now. I really ought to go to the gym, work off some extra energy before BS comes back. Oh, did I mention that she's not coming back until monday AFTERNOON, so she managed to get out of getting the fucking mail? Things are going to be very different. She's going to be a sad little BS when she discovers how I'm not picking up mail for pathology anymore, no matter what time of the day or night she decides to saunter in. I'm also half interested in hiking Sleeping Giant. I don't much like to hike alone because the preferred path is the blue trail (not that this means a lot to you all, but bear with me). The blue trail is 5.1 miles long, not a big deal, but a great deal of it is climbing up rock. Not like scaling or grappling up rock, but it's a good 45 degree angle, and if I slip or loose footing, I'm fucked. If I sprain or break something, it's over. I'd have to wait there for the buzzards and vultures (I dont think we have either buzzards or vultures) to come and peck out my eyes, because there'd be no way in hell anyone could carry me down. Maybe I'll just stick to the gym. Maybe I'll just stay home and listen to Paolo Conte.
I just realized that I'm registered at diarist net and that I'm supposed to have their icon on my page somewhere. Bad Dana. I didn't even know. Oh, well. Also, anyone on that diary-l list want to let me know how to UNsubscribe? It's driving me, quite honestly, OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND with unhappiness. Someone actually had the chutzpah to start off a sentence "Well, in Judean times...". Suck my artie fufkin, honey. I haven't read anything quite so pompous since this. As such, I am all set with that mailing list.