Or, how I put the Blahhhg into my Blog since I returned from vacation!
Blurg, Blahg, Burble.
Those were the sounds of Meg’s stomach and digestive track for the last several weeks. Almost four weeks ago, Meg was returning from her lovely New England vacation, and dined at a famous seafood establishment at Boston’s Logan airport. After eating at Schmegal Leefoods, she proceeded to step off the plane and get violently ill with food poisoning; as in a one week diet consisting of gingerale and protein bars. She was super glad the staff told her they stayed up drinking and partying all night and were performing their jobs like zombies, because Meg is sure that attention to detail in the kitchen (such as salmonella growing on food) contributed to her month long malaise.
Anyway, a newly trim Meg has some vacation photos to share, and a slightly sunnier outlook than she had at the end of July:
First stop: Boston
Meg loves how the old Custom House Tower shines above the modern buildings:
Onward to Cape Cod, where the official flower was in bloom everywhere:
Hi Mom! Thanks for hosting us!
Needless to say a boat ride on a sunny day was in order, so we decided Martha’s Vineyard was the spot to be. We sailed right into the middle of a regatta. That’s right, not a boat race, a regatta.
Right? Who needs a lobster roll, raise your hand!
Meg did not realize how much she missed lobster until she had no access to it, so she pretty much ate seafood every single day.
They took a tour of the historic Methodist campground, where tiny little Victorian cottages were decked out in their summer outfits of colorful flowers:
Precious Porches, indeed!
How could Meg not enter this enchanting bookstore?
I want this view. I demand to see this out my window every day:
And yes, hats are needed when you are by the ocean, because you have no idea what salt water can do to one’s hair.
At the end of a beautiful day, the Super Moon beckoned us to take a walk on the beach:
The next stop was Maine. Land of the big lighthouse:
And cute little baby lighthouses:
Land of the lobster:
And where you can still find a real fountain coke:
She also appreciated those guys in Maine that bought Meg and her husband some beers one rainy afternoon, and proceeded to explain in detail how there “wall of shame” worked. It was pretty simple. You get too shitfaced, and you basically got kicked out. There was a prominent entry that said “Dallas Cowboys jacket guy”. Everyone remembered him getting thrown out onto the sidewalk and Meg thinks to this day anyone with Dallas gear would get thrown out for just showing up. So don’t parade around on Commercial St. in Portland with your Texas gear, OK?
Meg appreciates the beauty of New England each time she goes home, as well as all the other quirky things like Wise Potato chips, decent hot dogs with real split top buns, and people that say “HOWAHYA”? And especially bars with walls of shame. Sigh.