Directionally Challenged
I suck at directions. And I’m just like a guy when it comes down to asking for them. You might as well even write down directions on a pad of paper for me before I drive 10 minutes to an easy destination and I’ll get as lost as Lilia when I throw a blanket over her head. I need to down an ativan if I ever make it home. Somehow, I get further away from my destination than I had started.. and that’s with your damn drawing or walking me through on the phone. Ideally when this happens, I’d pahk my cah near the closest MBTA sign and take it back to my apartment to charge my battery (long story short: the lighter thing in my car burned my TomTom or at least made it smell like melting plastic and I don’t want to do the same thing...
What are you doing for New Year’s 2011?
As it is with most people during their busy holiday seasons, I always have an issue with figuring out what the heck I’m going to do for New Year’s Eve every year and usually push it off until last minute. Most of the time, I end up at Killington after about 4+ hours of driving through the blusteriest obstacles you can possibly imagine and get there around the ball drop super stressed and not able to pin down that NYE random kiss :-* Last year I celebrated with Bokx 109 in Newton thanks to an amazing Twitter giveaway–which was an amazing dinner TYVM. This year, I’m celebrating with Boston Event Guide at their Resolution Ball, which I have been interested in checking out over the past few years.. I just didn’t have a date! I...
Quebec City: A Little Piece Of Europe Just North Of The Border – Part Three – Conclusion
…continued from deuxième partie. We found ourselves sitting out at on a patio at an Italian restaurant that overlooked the main thoroughfare—with a great view of a night club across the street complete with a massive disco ball illuminating the entire block with 1970’s flair and equivalent music to boot. The throngs of people wandering up and down the Grande Allée seemed endless and reminded us of many public events back home like the Feast of Saint Anthony in North End of Boston or Water Fire in Providence. If it weren’t for sheer exhaustion of an entire day exploring the city Stace and I would stayed out and partied with everyone well into the wee hours… That and the next day’s wonderful breakfast at the L’Arvidienne that Mireille and Serge...
Quebec City: A Little Piece Of Europe Just North Of The Border – Part Two
…continued from première partie. The first things that we noticed as we got closer to the old walled city (originally a fortified enclave complete with a citadel for troops and lined with canons), were the amount of happy people wandering about on both sides of the street, or sitting in the outside patios of the many restaurants one after another, and of course the more than occasional horse and buggy with happy riders enjoying the cool and comfortable summer air. We were getting more and more excited that we made the right decision to come here the further we went along the Grande Allée. And finally when we passed under the wall of the old city we were treated to something that my wife and I hadn’t experience since our trip to Italy back in 2005: a...
Getting Drunk in Siena
“Are you serious? Public drinking is allowed in ‘all’ of Italy!” “Si, signore.” The charming young Italian girl at the Sienese Ufficio Turistico looked at me like I was crazy for even questioning this. “You know, there are only two places in all of America that I know of where you can drink in public: Las Vegas and New Orleans (but only during Mardi Gras).” At this point my wife, Stacey, was also looking at me the same way. “Interessante. May I help you with anything else?” she asked. “No, I think we’re all set,” Stace answered. “Gratzie,” I added. “Prego, ciao caio.” The girl said as we were leaving the tourist office. Though my wife was a little miffed, my interest in this whole “Italian public drinking” thing was now...
Quebec City: A Little Piece Of Europe Just North Of The Border – Part One
There I was banging away at my Mac, looking for an easy romantic get-a-way for my wife, Stacey, and I. We wanted something different and exciting, we were sick of the old New England standbys (though wonderful destinations) like Martha’s Vineyard, Newport Rhode Island, Woodstock Vermont, and even Foxwoods™ Resort and Casino. With 720,000 square miles from Maine to Connecticut there just wasn’t anything that we were interested in doing in all six states combined. So I decided to look elsewhere outside of New England (NE), but within driving distance, that we could spend a quality three-night romantic weekend during the Fourth of July holiday. I looked at Niagara Falls, the Poconos, and even another jaunt down to Virginia (that we’ve been to many times), but...
