And so begins the Culture portion of our evenings

First P-town concert! 10 points to who first guesses who we saw. Hint: much to my chagrin, he did not sing American Car. Boo.

Autumn 09

Stay tuned

This blog is in major need of a revamp and more updates!

That will begin as of next week.

For now, meet my latest toy:

Juanita, the Spanish Senorita!

The style of Portland and other musings

So have you heard? The word is out about Portland's amazing restaurants and foodie culture. (Although there are some flaws - no mention of Grace? Thinking the cruise ships are all gone when they're actually just all arriving?) Portland wins hands down for any dining experiences I've ever had. (NYC? Too much butter! Too much pepper!) Although would be also nice if any of these damn restaurants served past 9pm on a regular basis but I digress....

So Portland's clearly got it's shit together in the food department. But what's the deal with the fashion front? Many a woman here looks like her inner 5 year old is deciding her outfit selection. And don't get me started on the dudes who just NEED TO KEEP GROWING THAT BEARD or all the fine specimens of masculinity that insist on going shirtless. And sometimes shoeless. Shoeless. IN PUBLIC. For God's sake, men of Portland, PUT ON A BUTTON DOWN, you are KILLING ME. You know, maybe I should appreciate the women. At least they're (usually) fully clothed. I must be thankful for small mercies. Oh and ps, no one needs THAT MANY tattoos. No, really.

The day the music died

Why, oh why, can I not find the The Peterson's song that I want to put on my Sept Mix CD ANYWHERE? Why, oh why, did I not ever buy one of their CD's? OH the pressure of the Mix CD Club of the Month when your month is THIS month. Why did I junk all my old ipods without TAKING OFF THE MUSIC?

No time for a Bucket List, too busy having Bucket Issues

And so I am adapting to life in Merry Olde New England.

Today I found a copy of the NY Post and pounced on it. Never bought one before but for a moment I forgot my disgruntlement that I cannot order food at 2am. I bought it along with my favorite breakfast sandwich which involves avocado, turkey and egg. Yep, avocado. Apparently I love avocado. Live and learn. Am still working on the love for lobster though. Which is too bad too since Jason brings them home every time he has a chance to pull his traps which means there are lobsters all over the place some nights. Thankfully he cooks them at work because have you ever seen me around live lobsters? Not pretty.

In keeping with my unease of some things sea-related, we went sailing on the big catamaran again last weekend. I'd been on it before with mixed results (open ocean and Alison: not so much!) but this time the bathroom, oh excuse me, I mean the HEAD was OOO. So I learned that in such situations - and indeed, whenever a boat does not have a facility - the ladies are expected to use a bucket.
A bucket.
A BUCKET.
No words.

And because I like a theme as much as anyone, please enjoy the following paragraph, lifted from an email exchange between me and the lovely Pookie. I was going to discuss the housewarming party we're having this weekend (a whole other topic as I have never had one in my life and it seems frighteningly adult) but then.. well, I got sidetracked...

This party is going to be a fiasco. Did I mention that our toilet is STILL on the fritz? 2 weekends ago Jason broke the tank lid accidentally when he was frustrated at having to remove it for the umpteenth time and then he promptly gashed his arm on the broken piece. The 13 stitches he got came out on Sunday. Good Times. It is nice to know that I don't panic in emergencies involving huge gaping wounds on my boyfriends arm. I also am apparently fine at watching people get stitches. Kind of fascinating really. So now my toilet tank sits open and I am constantly peering inside, alternately jiggling the handle or using the bottom of an aerosole bottle of after-sun aloe (still cant bring myself to put my hand in there) to jam the little thingamajig back into place so the tank can refill. Really, it's like I've bonded with the damn thing and Jason and I will forever have a romantic nostalgia when we hear running toilet water as it is the soundtrack to the beginning of our lives. Why is so much of my life revolved around bathrooms and plumbing issues?

Really, it's an eternal question, no?

Fear not, gentle reader, the ENTIRE TOILET was replaced today. Truly a red letter day.

This is why I moved. Well, one of the reasons anyway.

Sunday evening. I am not driving back to NY. I am enjoying the warmth of the sun.