Monday, June 26, 2006
I gotta come up with another blog title. I'm sick of getting mutliple google searches for ways to kill things. Kinda oogy, if you ask me.
I just got back from a lovely week in Bar Harbor where I ate until I was sick of food and got no real writing accomplished because I was too busy walking the rocks on the beach until my calves ached. All in all, a very good week. After a year-and-a-half, Amy was still her same wonderful self (and debt-free to boot). It's amazing how you don't realize just how much you've missed a person until you're in the same room with her. It was just like being in college again, what with all the laughing and poking and eating and generally acting like fools. And the British television. Last night when I got home I had to recalibrate my behavior and remember that perhaps my mother might not appreciate being slapped on the ass as a sign of affection.
Oh, the food. There was fish chowder and baked ziti and whoopi pies and cookies (all homemade at the Maison du Thompson). In town I had burritos and smoothies and scones and lattes and some really great and surprisingly affordable Tex-Mex. I'm so used to prices on Long Island that I almost went into shock when I saw that three tacos, two sides, and dessert was only going to cost $9.95. There was a bottle of Stoli, too. Amy knows what I like. We never did use the Godiva liqueur for anything, though, which is an oversight that must be fixed next time I visit. And I must mention the kitty who, while not part of a meal, was so cute I wanted to gobble her up.
Mount Desert Island is beautiful. I know that Downeast Maine can be a harsh mistress, but a couple times when were in the car I wanted to grab Amy and yell, "Look at where you live!" Not because Amy doesn't genuinely appreciate the beauty of MDI and the surrounding areas (I know for a fact that she does), but because . . . well, damn, woman, look at where you live! I love the convenience of having loads and loads of civilization very near by me all year round, but the North Shore is butt-ugly compared Bar Harbor. It tends to make a girl a little jealous.
I just got back from a lovely week in Bar Harbor where I ate until I was sick of food and got no real writing accomplished because I was too busy walking the rocks on the beach until my calves ached. All in all, a very good week. After a year-and-a-half, Amy was still her same wonderful self (and debt-free to boot). It's amazing how you don't realize just how much you've missed a person until you're in the same room with her. It was just like being in college again, what with all the laughing and poking and eating and generally acting like fools. And the British television. Last night when I got home I had to recalibrate my behavior and remember that perhaps my mother might not appreciate being slapped on the ass as a sign of affection.
Oh, the food. There was fish chowder and baked ziti and whoopi pies and cookies (all homemade at the Maison du Thompson). In town I had burritos and smoothies and scones and lattes and some really great and surprisingly affordable Tex-Mex. I'm so used to prices on Long Island that I almost went into shock when I saw that three tacos, two sides, and dessert was only going to cost $9.95. There was a bottle of Stoli, too. Amy knows what I like. We never did use the Godiva liqueur for anything, though, which is an oversight that must be fixed next time I visit. And I must mention the kitty who, while not part of a meal, was so cute I wanted to gobble her up.
Mount Desert Island is beautiful. I know that Downeast Maine can be a harsh mistress, but a couple times when were in the car I wanted to grab Amy and yell, "Look at where you live!" Not because Amy doesn't genuinely appreciate the beauty of MDI and the surrounding areas (I know for a fact that she does), but because . . . well, damn, woman, look at where you live! I love the convenience of having loads and loads of civilization very near by me all year round, but the North Shore is butt-ugly compared Bar Harbor. It tends to make a girl a little jealous.
Labels: I Like Food, Out and About With Amy
Friday, June 16, 2006
This must be immortalized
I went to the Willows with Tracy yesterday, my first trip to the beach since I've been home. Well, not exactly a trip to the beach since we went there to eat Chinese food and gossip and not to swim, but one of us did end up getting wet. Speaking of Chinese food, I'd like to take this moment to declare my undying love for scallion pancakes. They are so. effing. good. So we ate our food and took a little walk (Tracy practically spoon fed a squirrel a piece of pineapple so he could get it before the seagulls barged in and stole it) and came across this spot on the rocky beach where the tide was coming in and making a neat little pool. As is our wont, we climbed on the rocks and watched the rain come in over Beverly. After a discussion of some our indiviual drunken escapades Tracy noticed that the water had come up the beach and made her bottle of water float away, but of course, we stayed where we were because, hey, we could jump it. Turns out we couldn't jump it. Still, optomist that she is, Tracy gave it the old college try. Thanks to a slippy rock, she landed in water up to ankle which splashed all the way up her thigh. I took off my shoes, exposed my unshaven legs to the world, and waded to shore. Tracy was gracious enough to let me fish her water bottle out of the waves and use it to wash the sand off my feet before putting my shoes back on. Fortunately, she had an extra pair of pants in the car. Unfortunately they weren't hers, they were green velvet, and the car was about ninety degrees inside. It was a lovely day all around.
Labels: Out and About With Tracy
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I got on the internets the other day and purchased 10 half-ounce samples of tea. I think I may have overdone it, especially with the free sample they threw in the box. I got two black teas, two green, two herbal, and four flavored. And a free Masala chai. I did standard shipping and was so excited that I was going to have a plethora of tea at my door in 4 - 7 days, imagine the freakout I had when the box showed up a scant 22 hours after I placed my order. I'm a tea drinking fool.
Why is Ludacris on Regis and Kelly? What midwestern housewife wants to see that? Especially after Bill O'Reilly called for a boycott of Pepsi because Ludacris was a spokesperson. Am I mistaken about R&K's target audience? Maybe it just means that Lu has lost his edge.
Ladies, please. If you haven't been to a DSW, never set foot in one. It's like shoe heaven, just row after row after row of shoes. After a good half-hour frolic, I walked out of there with a pair of adorable Steve Madden sneakers and some Nine West sandals. I can easily see this place becoming a problem, because, like many other women, I have the it's-a-bargain-so-I-have-to-buy-it gene. You can't get Nine West shoes in a Nine West store for $39.99. Therefore, they must come home with me. Evil, I tell you. Evil
Why is Ludacris on Regis and Kelly? What midwestern housewife wants to see that? Especially after Bill O'Reilly called for a boycott of Pepsi because Ludacris was a spokesperson. Am I mistaken about R&K's target audience? Maybe it just means that Lu has lost his edge.
Ladies, please. If you haven't been to a DSW, never set foot in one. It's like shoe heaven, just row after row after row of shoes. After a good half-hour frolic, I walked out of there with a pair of adorable Steve Madden sneakers and some Nine West sandals. I can easily see this place becoming a problem, because, like many other women, I have the it's-a-bargain-so-I-have-to-buy-it gene. You can't get Nine West shoes in a Nine West store for $39.99. Therefore, they must come home with me. Evil, I tell you. Evil
Labels: Shopping
