Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
After settling in, we went into town and walked up and down the main street in "Old Port" about 50 times because we couldn't decide on a place to eat dinner. And when I say "we" couldn't decide, I mean Heidi couldn't decide. We ended up at a little dive where we got some seafood and sat outside on the pier. Heidi wanted steamers and also got fish and chips, and after paying and finding a seat, she was told that they didn't have steamers left. She was so disappointed, she got muscles instead and since they weren't really what she wanted, she got onion rings, too. Once all the food came, she went... What the...?? What have I done?? But then it was too late!
That night, we went to buy tickets for the new Indiana Jones movie (only $7.50 at the ONE movie theater in Portland), but after eating dinner, decided we were too tired and went to get a refund. I am really getting old! Instead, we went home and watched "My So-called Life" on DVD because Heidi's never seen it and I got it for Christmas from my friend, LT. Indiana Jones vs. Angela Chase and Jordan Catalano. Who would you have chosen?
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Anyway, as we planned our vacation, we didn't really know what we wanted to do, we just knew we wanted to get out of town and visit some beautiful places. She found this place in New Hampshire called The Balsams and I really wanted to go to the Maine coast. So we did a bit of both.
We planned to stay two nights in The Balsams. We knew that it was really far north, almost to Canada, but we didn't realize it was going to be so remote. It was a beautiful resort in the middle of nowhere. Seriously. Even our GPS couldn't find it. What people do there is arrive... and then don't leave. The resort had a ping pong table, a pool table, old-school video games, board games and lots of books. There was a pool, but it didn't open until Memorial day and a golf course, but we don't play. There's also skiing, which isn't that useful in May. Other than that, people check in, eat all their meals there and hang out all day. It's pretty much like Dirty Dancing. We had dinner in the tavern because the dining room was being used by some county executives for a conference or something. We would have had dinner there, anyway, because jeans are not allowed in the dining room, which of course we didn't know beforehand, so we only brought jeans with us. Well, that's not entirely true. I also brought a jean skirt!
The next morning, they were having another conference in the dining room -- teen pregnancy prevention, which was a preacher shouting like a cheerleader at teen-agers to guard their goods. (I hope it works!) As we were eating, an older couple stopped by our table as we ate breakfast. (again, very Dirty Dancing.) They asked if we had been to the resort before, to which we said no. They said that they had been to this place several times for Christmas and were surprised (and not happy) that these two conferences were going on. They pretty much said that they did not think that this was a good vacation place for young gals like ourselves and asked about our plans for the rest of the vacation. After telling them that we planned to head back south to Portland, they left, but then came back, a map in hand, and told us that we should see if we could check out early. I was ready to stay for the two nights, as planned, and figured we'd have a great time hiking or biking or whatever else we decided to do. However, I wasn't keen on the idea of eating every meal at this place and there weren't many choices outside of the resort. And then it started raining. Heidi went to the desk and asked what there was to do in town. The woman behind the desk started laughing. Next, Heidi asked if there were restaurants that we could try or a movie theater. Again, she laughed. She then asked about shopping.... more laughter. The woman behind the desk then told us that we could go to Wal-Mart or Rite-Aid, but we'd have to drive an hour. Heidi then decided to take the old couple's suggestion to check out early. The woman, after laughing at us for a few minutes, said, "Well, usually we don't do this, but if you can check out by 12:00, I'll let you." We went upstairs and called the B&B in Portland to see if they could take us early. When they said yes, we said, "Let's get the hell out of the Balsams." After less than 24 hours, we checked out. We took a short drive up a mountain to where the golf course is and a view of New Hampshire, Vermont, and Canada. And then we were off to the next place....
Monday, May 26, 2008
It was like one of those moments in the movies when they make the sound of a needle jumping off a record (an old reference, I realize, especially in comparison to this very modern reference). First, I paused and thought, "Did I hear that right?" then I just started laughing and Valerie and I looked at each other like, "Kids today!"
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The first day, we stopped for lunch in Vermont at a restaurant that Heidi found on a website called roadfood.com. She's a bit of a food snob, so it wouldn't occur to her to just grab some McDonald's on the way. She found this restaurant that she figured we'd hit around lunchtime. We had sandwiches, mac and cheese and two kinds of pie -- three berry and walnut maple. We took the pie to go because we were so full. Once we got to the resort where we were staying, we realized this place was a little fancier than we thought, and that we were used to. But that did not stop Heidi from asking if we could turn the TV set to American Idol, bring our own pie into the restaurant to eat and order ice cream to go along with it. When I said I was too embarrassed to do it, she went back and forth, but finally said, "This is America. We should be able to eat our pie wherever we want." Although at first the servers seemed a little put out by us that we were (1) wearing jeans and (2) wanted to eat from the tavern menu instead of the dining room menu, they cheerfully obliged us.
The treat we discovered in abundance was the whoopie pie. We stopped at a gas station/convenience store somewhere along the way in Vermont. I saw these whoopie pies in the store, and just had to get one to eat along the way. I decided to try the maple flavor and it was goooooood! I have had whoopie pies before, but not as big (lots of cake, lots of cream) as the ones we found in New England and had never seen any variety in flavors other than the traditional chocolate. I had no idea that they are so plentiful. After googling it, I found that it is, indeed, something that can be found lots of places, but is attributed to New England and especially Maine. It turned out to be the thing to do in each town we went. In Portland, ME, we even had a whoopie pie cake. Luckily, they are much harder to find in NYC, so I won't be eating any more for a while. I'll just have to go back to cupcakes, but I'm going to try to abstain for a few weeks because I really overdid it the past two weeks.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I love this quote because it is like my obsession with other people's hair. For example, in talking about the FLDS and all their problems that have been in the news lately -- polygamy, marrying off teenagers to old men, sexual abuse, etc., I am totally obsessed with the badness of the women's hair. I just learned that they are not allowed to cut their hair! I got chills.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Mostly we stayed at the resort by the pool or the ocean. I had my 45 sunscreen at the ready and plopped myself under an umbrella for most of that time. Tuesday, May 13 was Dawn's birthday, so to celebrate, we took the ferry over to Cozumel and went snorkeling and then took a taxi to some ruins on that island. The whole area is full of Mayan ruins, and we decided to visit one of the sites during the week. We chose the site on Cozumel due to the fact that it is called San Gervasio, which reminded us of Ricky Gervais. When we approached a taxi driver and asked him to take us there, he first gave us a blank look, then realized what we were asking about and said it properly in Spanish. I guess we said the name just a little too close to the Ricky pronunciation. He took us in his taxi, waited for us there, and then drove us back to the ferry, offering up lots of facts about Mayans, which he proudly told us he was. He said over and over that he was born on the island and planned to die there. I said, "Well, I live on an island, too, and I'll probably die there, too." I thought it was something we could bond over, but he didn't think that was very cool. When we got back to the resort, we bumped into some men that we had befriended earlier in the week. They had just gotten back from a fishing trip and caught 20+ fish and asked us to join them for dinner. So we had fresh, delicious mahi mahi for dinner, and it was the best meal we had all week! We celebrated with a cake after dinner (I wanted birthday flan, but I wasn't in charge) and then went back to our room and watched a few episodes of "Freaks and Geeks" on DVD. A great day!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Cooter: We have a meeting with the Appropriations committee, like, now.
Jack: No, I'm not prepared.
Cooter: I know, I'm not drunk, either. But we'll manage.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
However, since that is not a quote...
This one comes from Dwight, when he was negotiating the car price with Andy: Here are your options. You can sell it off for parts, drive it off a cliff, you can donate it to a person that you'd like to see die in a car crash, or you can sell it to me and I'll use it on my farm and it will be towed by a donkey.
So, the quote of the week was hard to choose (of course). I have a few options, all from Liz Lemon this time.
I want to be top dog for once, instead of just dog.... For once, I am not gonna be Jan Brady, I'm gonna be Marcia, dammit! (followed, of course, by the football to the face.)
I got a company-wide email from the new CEO that was just a link to cats wearing bow ties. Is everything okay?
So, this girl, what's her lower back tattoo? A Chinese character that she thinks means peace but it really means 'I have chlamydia'?
After all the references to global warming in this episode, and with Jack now the "Homeland Security Director of Crisis and Weather Management" who thinks the season finale will have to do with some kind of weather catastrophe?
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I will say one thing, though. It really makes New York look beautiful. It also makes Scotland look beautiful, which I suspect isn't hard. It renewed my interest to return there and really explore the whole country. Someday....
I know I'm a total snob when it comes to movies and I should just take this one for what it is. But seriously, if and when you see it, and you see a scene with a horse, just remember I warned you!!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Here's my review:
Mac and cheese, gooooooooood!