We have arrived….okay, we arrived late last night. The flight out was only a little over 5 hours, that was good. We were seated in ‘Economy Plus’, which meant we were in the second row of seats from the door and privileged with an extra 5 inches of leg room (hey, it makes a difference, I guess), so this was good.
We had window seats. One in front of the other. This…not so good. A flight across the country seated next to a stranger. Art’s pretty social, so he handled it better than me. I? Well, I have issues with strangers, I’m really just not a people person. I’m more of a ……well, more like a cat. A cat that really dislikes people. Art got set next to a short dude who insisted on sitting with his legs spread as far apart as possible, thus rubbing up against Art’s left leg the entire flight. Oh my. I got some immaculately dressed Harvard looking chick (I shall henceforth refer to her as Vector) who proceeded to cough and sneeze from the minute she sat down to the minute we landed. Okay, there was a brief hour when she was asleep that she didn’t spew her airborne viral load. Not that it mattered at that point seeing as she sneezed and coughed her way through me eating my sandwich, opening and consuming a ginger ale and 2 cups of coffee. I’m pretty sure she covered every possible route of infection possible for me to acquire her disease process, short of sexual contact. She did attempt to stifle her symptoms, sort of….she covered her mouth whilst coughing and sneezing, and the best part….she orally manipulated the better half of a box of Sucrets logenzes. This was the best she could do….goddamn Sucrets. How about a real cough suppressant? Perhaps a decongestant? Or hey, hows about a one of those new fangled tablets that suppresses multiple symptoms at once???? Nope. Sucrets. Gimme 10 days…I should be good and ripe to explode with virus in 10 days. Awesome. Just in time for a 3 day dog show and my best friends wedding. Super Awesome!
Regardless, we arrived early, around 9:45ish in the evening. We procured the rental car…ewww, gack and hhmmff. (We’re going to try to remedy that tomorrow at the Portland Hertz) We then proceeded to get lost heading out of town to our bed and breakfast located in Gloucester (that would be pronounced ‘glouw-stur’ despite the way it is spelled. Don’t ask, spelling and pronunciation are NOT connected out here on the east coast.) We finally stopped to get dinner somewhere around Lynn (just north of Boston) at a really fun (read: open all night) Chinese bar/restaurant. The food was greasy and just wonderful. Really. We mostly enjoyed the Boston accents. For the first time in my life I heard someone utter the word ‘fahk’…..here it is used in a sentence, the actual sentence that was uttered “Oh my gaahhd, that night was so fahkin’ crazy”. This is fantastic, because I had only ever heard it typed out in emails, or a really good weblog. And here we were, eating the yummiest greasy Chinese food in a really questionable section of town surrounded by smoking lesbians (don’t ask) and foul mouthed drunk local chicks. Sa-weeeeettttt! At some point in time the short Chinese man who ran the place made rounds to the tables, warning customers of the ‘police sobriety sting’ that was at that very moment taking place not even 100 feet up the road. He would draw peoples attention to the street outside and explain how it was going down and how they could avoid it. Such a thoughtful proprietor. He even went so far as to post a hand made sign on the door from a photocopied newspaper article announcing the sting operation:
We were going the opposite direction, so we were safe. Phwew.
Eventually we ended up at our bed and breakfast on the shore in Glouscester. Perfect, way to pick em Art!
The weather was so nice, and we were right on the ocean. We were able to leave the sliding glass door open all night and hear the ocean, it wasn’t cold. That was really nice. The weather today was perfect. It was nipple-cold at home, but here? Blue skies and warm weather. Art and I had breakfast on the patio overlooking the Atlantic, no fog, no cold wind, nothing like anything the west coast beaches offer up at that time of the morning. It was the perfect way to start the day, just perfect. We crossed the street to the ocean.
I climbed down to the water, where Art quietly rooted for the waves to sneak up behind me and dowse me to the skin while I poked around in the, frankly, unimpressive tidepools. I did not get dowsed, however there was one really close call. Art was so disappointed, I remained dry and unimpressed. Tidepools out here, based on this one experience, contain NOTHING interesting, really. Unless you consider seaweed awe inspiring. Or random crab parts. I did find a freshly dead seagull wedged under a large rock just above the waterline though. It’s dead eyes creeped me out, the way they peered at me from the shadows under the rocks where it was stuck. Just it’s head was visible. I half expected it to move or screech at me, but, being dead, it did not.
We made our way up to Rockport on our route up to Peter and Paula’s house in Lewiston Maine. Rockport was fun.
We got a fresh steamed lobstah and a cup of chowdah and sat out on the loading dock and had lunch together.
It was so nice to spend time with my husband eating lunch in the warm New England sun with fishing boats and seagulls. Just really nice. This is where lobsters come from, by the way. Lobster hotels:
Now we are at Paula and Peter’s house in Lewiston. They made pizza for dinner. It was awesome. Art and Paula want to go to the 24 hour L.L.Bean in Freeport tonight. I want to sleep. Yes, I need new shoes, but I can wait until tomorrow. So until then….think lobster and chowder. This is Maine you know….