Saturday, December 31, 2011
A Delayed Follow-Up on NaNoWriMo...
Thursday, November 10, 2011
NaNoWriMo
November means NaNoWriMo! (National Novel Writing Month.)
For the third year, I'm attempting to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
Year one... epic failure. I topped out at around 10k.
Year two... Success! I wrote over 50k for a novel called Holy Birmingham! about the supernatural and other world being close to ours complete with all kinds of creatures: fairies, vampires, ghosts, monsters, pixies, angels and demons. (It's totally a chick book.)
Year three - I'm 15k into another supernatural/suspense tail - this time with a narrowed field of vision... Cooper Farm is a ghost story. We'll see how it turns out...
In the meantime my word count widget is now on the corner of our blog - the color indicates if I've met my daily word counts. Speaking of which... I'm in the red today, so I'd better get to it!
Cheers from the Gump!
Love,
R
For the third year, I'm attempting to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
Year one... epic failure. I topped out at around 10k.
Year two... Success! I wrote over 50k for a novel called Holy Birmingham! about the supernatural and other world being close to ours complete with all kinds of creatures: fairies, vampires, ghosts, monsters, pixies, angels and demons. (It's totally a chick book.)
Year three - I'm 15k into another supernatural/suspense tail - this time with a narrowed field of vision... Cooper Farm is a ghost story. We'll see how it turns out...
In the meantime my word count widget is now on the corner of our blog - the color indicates if I've met my daily word counts. Speaking of which... I'm in the red today, so I'd better get to it!
Cheers from the Gump!
Love,
R
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Home Improvement!
Jeff and I live in a cute 1930's "bungalow" home here in Montgomery. Aside from the fact there is hardly any closet or storage space... it's great. For those of you who have seen the house before... it's been perked up a little!
Last year, Jeff and I made an agreement with my friend and landlord Rosa, to paint the house we rent from her. The weather did not cooperate with us turning from summer to winter in what seemed like a day or so - so it's just been in the last month that Jeff has finally gotten brush onto board.
Jeff diligently scraped and painted in the mornings for over two weeks from 7 or so in the morning until the day got too hot to work in - with the 100 degree weather we've been having - sometimes as early as 11, other days he was able to go till noon or 1.
The effort was worth it - because the house looks amazing!
Rosa wanted us to repaint the house green - as you can see - originally a light sage or olive shade. We picked a color that on the card (?!) looked a lot closer - just lighter. Once applied... we discovered it wasn't only lighter - but brighter! The original has a lot of grey - the new color is more white, and is a clean, almost beach house color called "Pistachio". We're pleased with the end results - as are our neighbors who have to look at it every day. :)
We looked at white "tints" for what seemed like forever, and picked a white for the trim that has a tiny bit of tan tint so it didn't stand as starkly out from the green. Once applied it looks... well... white... :)
Jeff also hit the Adirondack chairs and table on the porch with a fresh coat of white.
The dogs were happy to have Jeff with them in the yard for long periods, but were often more help that he wanted. Loki is at the wrong angle in this photo, but he is sporting a swatch of green paint on his neck that we're still not sure how he managed to acquire. Fingers crossed they aren't snacking on scraped paint chips!
If you haven't seen our abode - now you know what it looks like. We'd love to have you come and visit!
Last year, Jeff and I made an agreement with my friend and landlord Rosa, to paint the house we rent from her. The weather did not cooperate with us turning from summer to winter in what seemed like a day or so - so it's just been in the last month that Jeff has finally gotten brush onto board.
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| Ta-DAH!!! |
Jeff diligently scraped and painted in the mornings for over two weeks from 7 or so in the morning until the day got too hot to work in - with the 100 degree weather we've been having - sometimes as early as 11, other days he was able to go till noon or 1.
The effort was worth it - because the house looks amazing!
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| Paint in progress - old meets new! |
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| Side view... |
Rosa wanted us to repaint the house green - as you can see - originally a light sage or olive shade. We picked a color that on the card (?!) looked a lot closer - just lighter. Once applied... we discovered it wasn't only lighter - but brighter! The original has a lot of grey - the new color is more white, and is a clean, almost beach house color called "Pistachio". We're pleased with the end results - as are our neighbors who have to look at it every day. :)
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| The back of the house (and our pups Loki and Fang - sadly Fang in his cone of shame.) |
Jeff also hit the Adirondack chairs and table on the porch with a fresh coat of white.
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| Porch gear with fresh paint... |
The dogs were happy to have Jeff with them in the yard for long periods, but were often more help that he wanted. Loki is at the wrong angle in this photo, but he is sporting a swatch of green paint on his neck that we're still not sure how he managed to acquire. Fingers crossed they aren't snacking on scraped paint chips!
If you haven't seen our abode - now you know what it looks like. We'd love to have you come and visit!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Saying Goodbye...
Last week we said good-bye to our friends Larry and Dusty Terrell - coworkers at ASF (Dusty was the ASF scenic charge, and Larry a former stage op turned facilities guy) who are now in Vero Beach, Florida. We are so happy for them - but I'm sorry to not have them at work!
We also said goodbye to Henry - on a longer term. Henry was Jeff and his folks dog. An amazingly sweet, lovely chow, who appeared at the house covered in orange day glow tag paint. He was afraid of being penned up, and was a guard/yard dog of the first caliber. We'd noticed a change in him this summer - and the last few weeks he stopped eating and spent most of his day lying in the yard. Sadly, Peg and Bud discovered that Henry's kidney's were failing - and it was time to let him go. We weren't surprised by the news, but he will me greatly missed, and pulling into the driveway at the house in Clay without him greeting the car will be a blow.
We also said goodbye to Henry - on a longer term. Henry was Jeff and his folks dog. An amazingly sweet, lovely chow, who appeared at the house covered in orange day glow tag paint. He was afraid of being penned up, and was a guard/yard dog of the first caliber. We'd noticed a change in him this summer - and the last few weeks he stopped eating and spent most of his day lying in the yard. Sadly, Peg and Bud discovered that Henry's kidney's were failing - and it was time to let him go. We weren't surprised by the news, but he will me greatly missed, and pulling into the driveway at the house in Clay without him greeting the car will be a blow. |
| Good bye Henry! We love you... |
Saturday, August 6, 2011
A Visit with half of the 'Rents!
Jeff and I just got home to the Gump from a three day visit with his folks in Trussville - just East of Birmingham.
We had a great time with them - despite the epic battle being waged against infestation - FLEAS. We had our own battle with them earlier this summer, and as we arrived, things had hit a high point in the Pridmore yard. Along with visiting, cooking, a trip to the new Outlet Mall in Leeds, and a drive up to Wright's Dairy in Alexandria, AL, we waged war on annoying little blood suckers!
Thursday morning, we drove up and headed out to the house. Dad was kind enough to help me out with getting the Honda's breaks fixed at his favorite garage - so he and Jeff dropped the Civic off, while I hung out a the house with the rug rats: three adorable (albeit flea ridden) shih tzus: Squirrel, Booger, and Harley. (These little fur balls are the reason I ended up with Fang!)
After dropping the Honda off, the three of us spent the afternoon at the house relaxing, watching TV, and I practiced my very sorry knitting skills (I need lots of practice) and did some cross stitch. Mom Peggy got home from work, and we feasted on lasagna and garlic bread, waged some more flea war, and laughed over Aubie (Dad's parrot) mimicking Peg with the pups. Harley spent most of the evening on Jeff's lap. It was pretty frickin' cute... I should've taken a pic!
Friday, Jeff, Mom Peg, and I went shopping. We first went to pick up some flea med and spray for the dogs to continue the flea battle, then drove to the new Outlet Mall in Leeds. It's pretty fantastic - although unfortunately outdoors, and we worked up a sweat wandering the complex. It was also really busy, as this was Alabama's tax free school weekend - clothing has reduced or no sales tax, and general school supplies are sales tax free. This worked out great for us - the Sketcher's store also had a back to school sale, so Jeff and I were able to both get new tennis shoes (much needed) for about 70 bucks - what I'd expect to pay for one pair! We stopped by Michael's on the way back to the house so I could pick up a skein of embroidery floss to finish a tea-towel set I've been working on for way too long. (I finished them tonight! Yeah me!)
Back at the house, Dad had treated the yard and Ashe's pen with insecticide - hopefully the key battle in the flea war. We started seeing a difference - though not gone, the number of fleas in the yard seemed to drastically reduce. (Whooot!) Jeff and Dad worked on the steps to Ashe's dog house (it's multi-level don't you know) - replacing some wood that had dry rotted out, while I gave Ashe a brush down and some head scratchin'.
After cleaning up, I helped Peggy make a veggie supper - cornbread, cream corn, speckled butter beans, and fried okra! The okra may have been frozen/pre-breaded but it was AMAZING!
After supper, Jeff went upstairs to read, Peggy went to bed, and I ended up hanging out with Dad - he likes to tell me stories about what Birmingham was like when he was young - and about dogs, and I like to hear them! Without doubt, Bud and I get along thanks to dogs... and beer. :)
Saturday morning, we took a ride to Wright's Dairy - a great little outfit in Alexandria, just north of Gadsden AL. Peg and Bud drive up every week or so to get "real" milk, ice cream, and cheese. They make amazing cheese - and I was glad to get some! They also have their calf shed right next to the parking area, where we saw these little cuties! One of the newest born (no ear tag yet, and very shaky on the legs) thought it was well past lunch and was bawling his little heart out. As we were going into the cheese shop, one of the dairy folks came out to spray their stall for flies and he about had a fit thinking it was feeding time.
We made a few stops on the way back to the house - the first at a great little candle and knitting shop: Yvie's. I very narrowly escaped buying about half the store - including this fantastic piece of head ware:
Love it! :)
We also stopped at a tropical fish store - and found some pond gold fish for the 'rents back yard.
Then back to the house... to load up, say goodbye to the rug-rats and the 'rents, and head home to the Gump to gear up for some churching on the morrow (the choir resumes from it's summer hiatus) and to set-up Scot Bruce. Not a bad weekend!
We had a great time with them - despite the epic battle being waged against infestation - FLEAS. We had our own battle with them earlier this summer, and as we arrived, things had hit a high point in the Pridmore yard. Along with visiting, cooking, a trip to the new Outlet Mall in Leeds, and a drive up to Wright's Dairy in Alexandria, AL, we waged war on annoying little blood suckers!
Thursday morning, we drove up and headed out to the house. Dad was kind enough to help me out with getting the Honda's breaks fixed at his favorite garage - so he and Jeff dropped the Civic off, while I hung out a the house with the rug rats: three adorable (albeit flea ridden) shih tzus: Squirrel, Booger, and Harley. (These little fur balls are the reason I ended up with Fang!)
After dropping the Honda off, the three of us spent the afternoon at the house relaxing, watching TV, and I practiced my very sorry knitting skills (I need lots of practice) and did some cross stitch. Mom Peggy got home from work, and we feasted on lasagna and garlic bread, waged some more flea war, and laughed over Aubie (Dad's parrot) mimicking Peg with the pups. Harley spent most of the evening on Jeff's lap. It was pretty frickin' cute... I should've taken a pic!
Friday, Jeff, Mom Peg, and I went shopping. We first went to pick up some flea med and spray for the dogs to continue the flea battle, then drove to the new Outlet Mall in Leeds. It's pretty fantastic - although unfortunately outdoors, and we worked up a sweat wandering the complex. It was also really busy, as this was Alabama's tax free school weekend - clothing has reduced or no sales tax, and general school supplies are sales tax free. This worked out great for us - the Sketcher's store also had a back to school sale, so Jeff and I were able to both get new tennis shoes (much needed) for about 70 bucks - what I'd expect to pay for one pair! We stopped by Michael's on the way back to the house so I could pick up a skein of embroidery floss to finish a tea-towel set I've been working on for way too long. (I finished them tonight! Yeah me!)
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| This is Ashe... although this is an older pic. He has a lot more white/grey in his mussel these days. |
After cleaning up, I helped Peggy make a veggie supper - cornbread, cream corn, speckled butter beans, and fried okra! The okra may have been frozen/pre-breaded but it was AMAZING!
After supper, Jeff went upstairs to read, Peggy went to bed, and I ended up hanging out with Dad - he likes to tell me stories about what Birmingham was like when he was young - and about dogs, and I like to hear them! Without doubt, Bud and I get along thanks to dogs... and beer. :)
We made a few stops on the way back to the house - the first at a great little candle and knitting shop: Yvie's. I very narrowly escaped buying about half the store - including this fantastic piece of head ware:Love it! :)
We also stopped at a tropical fish store - and found some pond gold fish for the 'rents back yard.
Then back to the house... to load up, say goodbye to the rug-rats and the 'rents, and head home to the Gump to gear up for some churching on the morrow (the choir resumes from it's summer hiatus) and to set-up Scot Bruce. Not a bad weekend!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Welcome to the Original Dixie...
My friend and fellow sound designer/engineer Amy Altadonna is in Montgomery working for me on Menopause the Musical. Amy joined us at ASF for Beehive a few summers ago. When she was here before, the time went by so quickly that I didn't really show her much of Montgomery or the area and this time, I told her I was going to give her a proper introduction to the South.
True to my promise, her second day in town, I took her out in the country for "guns and grilling" with Jess, (another ASF coworker) Jeff, and our friends Layne and Tracy, as well as some of their friends. Amy fired a gun for the first time in her life - and wasn't a bad shot, either!
After our bottle hunt was over, we headed to Layne's house for boiled peanuts, chicken kabobs, some off the hook spinach dip, beer, and some pre-4th of July fireworks. The hit of the evening were super sparklers!
I also took Amy for some BBQ, to a meat and three, and to the farmer's market. I also had her over for dinner. I may not be a born and bread southerner - but I do enjoy cooking like one. The plan for the evening was chicken and dressing, collard greens, black eyed peas, fried green tomatoes, and peach cobbler. Sadly, we took too long at work and the store before hand, and I had to reduce the menu - leaving out the collard greens. Then I forgot to get the cobbler in the oven... SIGH. Another day!
The long and the short of it... welcome to the original Dixie Amy!
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| Amy - a.k.a. Annie Oakly |
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| Jess and Layne sparklein'. |
After our bottle hunt was over, we headed to Layne's house for boiled peanuts, chicken kabobs, some off the hook spinach dip, beer, and some pre-4th of July fireworks. The hit of the evening were super sparklers!
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| Chicken 'n dressing and black eyed peas! |
The long and the short of it... welcome to the original Dixie Amy!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Farmers Marketing
This past weekend, Jeff and I FINALLY visited Montgomery's Farmer's and Curb markets. We had a great (if rather early) morning on Saturday - we bought Chilton County peaches, some home grown tomatoes, blueberries, plums, corn, an eggplant, and peppers. With the eggplant and tomatoes, I did some experimental cooking and made ratatouille for the first time. It's good stuff! If a little time consuming. As for the fruit...
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| Blueberry Pancakes with Blueberry & Peach Compote |
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| Peach Cobbler |
Keeping up with the Jones'... er... Pridmores
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Richelle. She was an avid letter writer - sending two, three, maybe four letters to various people each week. Time went on, and e-mail came into popular use. So Richelle wrote one or two letters a month, and e-mails almost every day. Time still went on, and as it did, Richelle wrote fewer and fewer e-mails. Then social networking sites came into the picture, and Richelle all but stopped writing - sending post cards on trips and emails typically only at work. So Richelle decided that it was time to start a blog, so those people who have no idea what's going on in her and her husband's life can (if they so choose) and can right out skip it if they don't.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
New England - June 2011 Part Two ~ Tom and Dee's Wedding
Next stop on our New England trip was the catalyst for the expidition: the wedding of my "brother from another mother" Tom Marrott, and Deirdre Galluzzo. Dee came to ASF as a welder and was my "punt" brides maid, and a really good joe in her own right. It was not something we felt like we could miss.
Apparently Enterprise likes to give us Dodge Avengers - at least at weddings - which I am totally ok with. We had a silver one in Kansas City last year at Erin and Matt's wedding, and (in typical Thompson Dodge fashion) a white one this time. They're really fun to drive...
We drove from New Haven to Kingston RI - and arrived despite a GPS derailment, and Mapquest hanging us out. (The printed directions were, well, wrong. It missed our destination by over 10 miles.) Luckily we still made it in plenty of time to check into the hotel, then drive on to the beach front inn where the wedding was to take place.
The sad news of the afternoon, was the wedding (which had been planned to take place out on a deck overlooking the ocean) was rained out. Instead, it took place in a small ball room, sans music or accompanied, since originally, it would've been serenaded by the waves. Regardless, it was beautiful. Tom and his groomsmen wore tuxedo shorts and flip flops (awesome!) and Dee and her bride's maids wore flip flops, too. As the wedding party entered, Dee had a malfunction, and in true Dee style - so Tom wouldn't worry - she called out from the back hall to tell us she'd be right there. :)
As Dee appeared around the corner, Tom teared up, which of course, reduced me to absolute tears. Tom's mom, Joe, was right there with me. Happy tears are pretty awesome.
I'm not sure how Dee knew the priest who married them, but she was pretty incredible. She composed (with the help of some long distance phone calls) 'the story of Tom and Dee' - how they met, came to fall in love, and decide to marry. And true to my frequent claim, they even gave me appropriate credit. (I often tell people - It's my fault.) True or not, I'm glad to take credit, because they are the kind of couple that is so sweet to see together your teeth hurt. They're really so cute, it's absolutely disgusting, and I love it. She continued to talk about Tom and Dee's engagement, families, and said some really beautiful things about relationships and people in general. Added to that vows they wrote to each other... it was a pretty incredible service.
While the wedding party photo-oped, the guests moved down to the real ball room for an open bar and hors d'oeuvres. We tried some great local brew (which I of course photo oped on the camera phone.) I also got to catch up with Joedean Marrott, Tom's mom, who is a great lady. Once we got our place cards (which were cute boxes filed with custom print M&M's) Jeff and I found ourselves at the "Theatre/College Friend" table, and sat with some of Dee's former classmates from RIC and coworkers from Trinity Rep. After the first few awkward moments, we got to talking, laughing, and directing the wait staff with their trays of finger food goodness to our table. Soon, any time a waiter couldn't get rid of their munchies, they came to us. We scarfed untold trays of raspberry brie in pastry,
spring rolls, coconut shrimp, mini-beef wellingtons, as well as made several trips to the bar. (We tried to make ourselves a pyramid of shame and/or dead count of beer bottles and glasses to see how big a dent we made in that bar service... but the wait staff was far too efficient at clearing the empties.) We dubbed ourselves "THAT" Table in short order.
The wedding party (blessed with a short break in the weather to take some photos outside) rejoined us and we ate dinner, and began the reception festivities.
Lots of dancing, laughing, rituals like cake and bouquet and garter. Tom and Dee went for gellato (however you spell it) rather than cake for the guests however, which I thought was pretty cool... not to mention tasty! :)
"THAT" Table made a pretty awesome showing on the dance floor, particularly towards the end of the evening. (All I have to say is I hope that much of the photographic evidence of that showing has been trashed, deleted, or otherwise destroyed... I know it isn't Vegas but I'd really like that kind of wedding behavior to stay AT the wedding! Ha ha!)
After the reception, we went to the after party at the house that part of the family had rented for the wedding festivities - and I proceeded to bust my self up - falling flat on my face thanks to a pothole. In my girly shoes in the poor streetlight I couldn't see a rain filled pothole, tripped, and fell right into another (full) puddle. My glasses went flying, I cut up both knees, both palms, and scrapped up my forehead. Already damp I was soaked to the skin, bleeding, and covered in gravel and grass. (My right knee is still pretty trashed and hasn't healed completely.) I spent the first 20 minutes or so drying my dress with Joe's (Tom's mom) hair dryer and receiving medical attention from various members of the party. We had a chance to chat with the bride and groom, then retired to the hotel room.
The next morning, we left the hotel in Kingston and drove back to Narragansett, had breakfast at Dunken Donuts, did a little souvenir/post card shopping, and stopped at the beach, before heading back to New Haven. All in all... a pretty darn good couple of days celebrating with our friends.
Apparently Enterprise likes to give us Dodge Avengers - at least at weddings - which I am totally ok with. We had a silver one in Kansas City last year at Erin and Matt's wedding, and (in typical Thompson Dodge fashion) a white one this time. They're really fun to drive...
We drove from New Haven to Kingston RI - and arrived despite a GPS derailment, and Mapquest hanging us out. (The printed directions were, well, wrong. It missed our destination by over 10 miles.) Luckily we still made it in plenty of time to check into the hotel, then drive on to the beach front inn where the wedding was to take place.
The sad news of the afternoon, was the wedding (which had been planned to take place out on a deck overlooking the ocean) was rained out. Instead, it took place in a small ball room, sans music or accompanied, since originally, it would've been serenaded by the waves. Regardless, it was beautiful. Tom and his groomsmen wore tuxedo shorts and flip flops (awesome!) and Dee and her bride's maids wore flip flops, too. As the wedding party entered, Dee had a malfunction, and in true Dee style - so Tom wouldn't worry - she called out from the back hall to tell us she'd be right there. :)
As Dee appeared around the corner, Tom teared up, which of course, reduced me to absolute tears. Tom's mom, Joe, was right there with me. Happy tears are pretty awesome.
I'm not sure how Dee knew the priest who married them, but she was pretty incredible. She composed (with the help of some long distance phone calls) 'the story of Tom and Dee' - how they met, came to fall in love, and decide to marry. And true to my frequent claim, they even gave me appropriate credit. (I often tell people - It's my fault.) True or not, I'm glad to take credit, because they are the kind of couple that is so sweet to see together your teeth hurt. They're really so cute, it's absolutely disgusting, and I love it. She continued to talk about Tom and Dee's engagement, families, and said some really beautiful things about relationships and people in general. Added to that vows they wrote to each other... it was a pretty incredible service.
While the wedding party photo-oped, the guests moved down to the real ball room for an open bar and hors d'oeuvres. We tried some great local brew (which I of course photo oped on the camera phone.) I also got to catch up with Joedean Marrott, Tom's mom, who is a great lady. Once we got our place cards (which were cute boxes filed with custom print M&M's) Jeff and I found ourselves at the "Theatre/College Friend" table, and sat with some of Dee's former classmates from RIC and coworkers from Trinity Rep. After the first few awkward moments, we got to talking, laughing, and directing the wait staff with their trays of finger food goodness to our table. Soon, any time a waiter couldn't get rid of their munchies, they came to us. We scarfed untold trays of raspberry brie in pastry,
spring rolls, coconut shrimp, mini-beef wellingtons, as well as made several trips to the bar. (We tried to make ourselves a pyramid of shame and/or dead count of beer bottles and glasses to see how big a dent we made in that bar service... but the wait staff was far too efficient at clearing the empties.) We dubbed ourselves "THAT" Table in short order.The wedding party (blessed with a short break in the weather to take some photos outside) rejoined us and we ate dinner, and began the reception festivities.
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| Tom and Dee's First Dance |
"THAT" Table made a pretty awesome showing on the dance floor, particularly towards the end of the evening. (All I have to say is I hope that much of the photographic evidence of that showing has been trashed, deleted, or otherwise destroyed... I know it isn't Vegas but I'd really like that kind of wedding behavior to stay AT the wedding! Ha ha!)
After the reception, we went to the after party at the house that part of the family had rented for the wedding festivities - and I proceeded to bust my self up - falling flat on my face thanks to a pothole. In my girly shoes in the poor streetlight I couldn't see a rain filled pothole, tripped, and fell right into another (full) puddle. My glasses went flying, I cut up both knees, both palms, and scrapped up my forehead. Already damp I was soaked to the skin, bleeding, and covered in gravel and grass. (My right knee is still pretty trashed and hasn't healed completely.) I spent the first 20 minutes or so drying my dress with Joe's (Tom's mom) hair dryer and receiving medical attention from various members of the party. We had a chance to chat with the bride and groom, then retired to the hotel room.
The next morning, we left the hotel in Kingston and drove back to Narragansett, had breakfast at Dunken Donuts, did a little souvenir/post card shopping, and stopped at the beach, before heading back to New Haven. All in all... a pretty darn good couple of days celebrating with our friends.
Monday, June 20, 2011
New England - June 2011 Part One ~ NYC
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| 46th Street outside Becco & a random jogger. (It's really hard to take a photo in the city and NOT capture someone in it.) |
First stop the next day: NYC:
Jeff, my mom, my sister Nancy and I took the train into the city to have lunch with my mom's friend from our home town of Cedar, UT, Chris Church. Chris took us to a great Italian place called Becco on 46th. We ate a huge meal - antipasta, salad, and a fantastic pasta trio "table side service" - three all you can eat pastas served fresh from the kitchen from steaming pans. I can't believe how much I ate - but it was incredible!
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| Theatre Lobby Doors |
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| The Actor's Chapel |
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| View of the Actor's Chapel from Eugene O'Neill Theatre's doorstep. |
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| My mom and the BOM line... |
Then, on to a 3 p.m. matinee of BOM. We were in for quite a line - most were folks going to see the show, as well as those who were waiting for the stand-by ticket lottery the theatre was holding for a few select remaining seats. My sister bought our tickets in the nick of time, a few scant days after BOM's 14 Tony nominations went public, and the already well sold show sold out.
Ushered into the beautiful historic theatre, we were in for quite a ride. BOM is one of my favorite new musicals - we laughed, clapped, cried, and sang along. It was a great show - and I would recommend anyone go see it - with the caution to not take all of it personally. (There is some pretty "R" content/language.)
We were, of course, finished at the theatre in the midst of rush hour, so Rick suggested we find a nearby watering hole to get a drink and a snack until we could catch a later (quieter) train back to New Haven. We went to Natsumi on 50th, a Japanese bar/lounge complete with live jazz. Rick ordered us edamame and a selection of sushi. I had a incredible specialty martini - a pomtini - vodka, some sort of liqueur and pomegranate juice. It was divine!
We took our time walking back towards Grand Central to catch the train North, passing other theatres including Radio City Music Hall . We stopped at the NHL store, and Rick and Jeff further contributed to the NYC economy with some team t-shirt purchases, then on to Grand Central terminal to catch the train back to New Haven.
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| OCC NHL Chopper |
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