God Bless America
I'm not sure if anyone is aware, but directly to the south of our great nation, Canada, lays a big mass of land known as 'The United States of America'. I left Wednesday morning, pointed south and drove through New York to get to the small state of Connecticut. Waiting for me in Connecticut was my wonderful fake family who I haven't seen in far too long.
Wednesday night (after dinner and such) Kylie (my fake sister) and I were going to paint the town red. We got Lyn (my other fake sister) to baby-sit Kyan (kylie's 14 month old son, my fake nephew) and we were free to get crazy. We drank some and went in search of a 'hot spot' in good'ol Danbury. Unfortunately, we got a late start and the tight asses of Connecticut think that drinks should not be served after one am.
Thursday there was a trip to Yale in New Haven. Apparently nothing makes me feel more inferior than Ivy League.
Friday was a trip to the Big Apple (That's a nick-name for New York City). That one big city with lots of shoe stores *drool* yet not a one of the shoe stores housed footwear to fit my GIANT feet. It was also rather cold Friday and the baby had no coat. He was getting fussy and throwing blankets off, so we shoved him in a pillowcase to keep him warm - that made me laugh because we put our cats in pillow cases when we take them to the vet (note: Kyan was NOT taken to the vet).
Saturday was a day of driving around finding adventures (and puddles) with Kylie. I went to the ocean, got a soaker, and picked up some sea shells which had a bit of a funky smell. So I guess it could be said of me; she smells sea shells by the sea shore (but replace 'sea' with 'ocean').
I left Saturday night to drive home. It only rained about 80% of the time; the other 20% was a mixture of hail and strong winds.
The dark provided a cloak of confusion for my sense of direction. I took a wrong turn or missed an exit or something and ended up in some place called Scranton, Pennsylvania. I guess I found out why they're called the "United" States - they're so united, it's impossible to tell where one ends and one begins until you stop at a gas station for directions and they tell you you're in Pennsylvania.
Last leg of the trip was the Canada customs. Apparently I had too much booze, so I had to pay some money. The weird thing was I was paying money to Jay - my friend’s brother ...being that it was 1:30 am, I wasn't expecting to see people I know on the Canada/USA border.
When I got home I was greeted by a cheery Al and Aliya and a VERY drunk Brandon. Brandon's friends dropped him home in bad shape and left him. The wall had to be unscrewed so we could ensure he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. Luckily his vomit went on his bed, out of his mouth, so he didn't choke. I was slightly less than impressed.
This is the longest blog ever - so I will stop now. Right now.
Wednesday night (after dinner and such) Kylie (my fake sister) and I were going to paint the town red. We got Lyn (my other fake sister) to baby-sit Kyan (kylie's 14 month old son, my fake nephew) and we were free to get crazy. We drank some and went in search of a 'hot spot' in good'ol Danbury. Unfortunately, we got a late start and the tight asses of Connecticut think that drinks should not be served after one am.
Thursday there was a trip to Yale in New Haven. Apparently nothing makes me feel more inferior than Ivy League.
Friday was a trip to the Big Apple (That's a nick-name for New York City). That one big city with lots of shoe stores *drool* yet not a one of the shoe stores housed footwear to fit my GIANT feet. It was also rather cold Friday and the baby had no coat. He was getting fussy and throwing blankets off, so we shoved him in a pillowcase to keep him warm - that made me laugh because we put our cats in pillow cases when we take them to the vet (note: Kyan was NOT taken to the vet).
Saturday was a day of driving around finding adventures (and puddles) with Kylie. I went to the ocean, got a soaker, and picked up some sea shells which had a bit of a funky smell. So I guess it could be said of me; she smells sea shells by the sea shore (but replace 'sea' with 'ocean').
I left Saturday night to drive home. It only rained about 80% of the time; the other 20% was a mixture of hail and strong winds.
The dark provided a cloak of confusion for my sense of direction. I took a wrong turn or missed an exit or something and ended up in some place called Scranton, Pennsylvania. I guess I found out why they're called the "United" States - they're so united, it's impossible to tell where one ends and one begins until you stop at a gas station for directions and they tell you you're in Pennsylvania.
Last leg of the trip was the Canada customs. Apparently I had too much booze, so I had to pay some money. The weird thing was I was paying money to Jay - my friend’s brother ...being that it was 1:30 am, I wasn't expecting to see people I know on the Canada/USA border.
When I got home I was greeted by a cheery Al and Aliya and a VERY drunk Brandon. Brandon's friends dropped him home in bad shape and left him. The wall had to be unscrewed so we could ensure he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. Luckily his vomit went on his bed, out of his mouth, so he didn't choke. I was slightly less than impressed.
This is the longest blog ever - so I will stop now. Right now.
posted by Lady Scorpio at 10:51 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home