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
