re-entering the real world

i'm back from vacation. i'm less than thrilled about that.


i'm sure i'll be posting some stories from the past week, but for now i give you the single greatest reason to visit old orchard beach, maine:



the original pier french fries.
[weeping]

travel prep

it should come as no surprise that a one-pound-plus bag of gummies is accompanying me on my trip.

Sunshine and Rainbows

Pictures of our trip south are sufficiently uploaded and tagged.
See that FLICKR link to the left there? Click on that bad boy.
As easy as FLICKR thinks it is to use, I'm still unsure as to whether or not the photos are in the proper order. If you view it as a slideshow, they should be. In any case, the shots of the plane should be at the end. So work backwards if need be.

Was a good trip overall, one I hope to make in reverse in approximately a year.

migration

a detailed account of our trip to the sunshine state is on its way.

until then, i sum up the trip in one photo.

[note: the suspicious nature of the facial expression is in direct proportion to the absurdity of the hairstyle.]

new york, out of order

my weekend, photographically...

[kendall, ciro & lucky. ciro is clearly the only one excited to have his picture taken.]

[kendall, helen & melissa. post-shopping & purchasing bridesmaid dresses, pictures of which shall remain un-posted, so as not to spoil the surprise.]

[PLANDOME ROAD! not pictured: the doorknob we borrowed from the ladies room bathroom door.]

[grandma pizza. mmmm. i wonder who ordered that.]

scene from an airport (part two: jfk)

there's very little to tell about my stint at jfk except for this:

i'm sitting on a bench, reading this and listening to the ipod. i look up. there is an airport security guard positioned directly opposite me, leaning up against a pillar with his left hand down his pants. i'm fairly certain he wasn't doing anything lewd <> but still. inappropriate. highly. he wasn't a tall man. it's not like he needed a place to rest his weary hand. maybe they took away his gun and he was experiencing some phantom pains? i don't know. i wasn't about to ask, lest the right hand decide it was lonely and move in with the left.

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scene from an airport (part one: rochester)

posts about my trip to new york/connecticut are coming in spurts.

things started off on an interesting note when the following was overheard in the airport (where, incidentally, i was not delayed for 6 hours, unlike a previous trip to the city):

"i remember feeling sorry for kids at school who had ugly mothers."

this compassionate insight was relayed from a youngish woman to an older man, whom i presumed was her father. sadly, his response to this gem was lost as their conversation was drowned out by my internal gutteral screams at humanity. once i recovered, i was able to discern the following about them:

• she was unable to digest any type of oil
• he often cooked using said culinary lubricant
• she wouldn't eat anything that he cooked except for pasta
• he rarely cooked pasta
• apparently she was starving
• he offered her some broccoli

it's just now ocurring to me that had i gotten delayed at the airport with these two, i likely would have tried to force feed her some bertoli, straight from the bottle. just to test her theory.

it was no match for the traffic

...just a preview into what my weekend entailed.

pvd

just returned from vacation this week, feeling as though i'd never left. i hate that. the entire point of vacation is to escape, to rid yourself of the daily grind and mental anguish. i came back to my office only to find it in (typical) chaos and insanity. INSANITY. sad. ness. i want to cry on a continued basis for the degradation of our collective mental state.

that being said, i've found the perfect photo from vacation to sum up my return to work: