D.C. with Dominic.
It has been quite some time since I last updated this so-called journal of mine. As a matter of fact, the last time I wrote was about my first “vacation” with Dominic. What better way to update by mentioning my first “real vacation” with Dominic.
Just last fall, I visited D.C. for the first time. I fell in love immediately. Little did I know I would be falling in love just as quickly a few months later.
Dominic had the pleasure of visiting D.C. just a few months ago. While on his trip, we discussed that we would like to go together sometime. In honor of our June birthdays and six month anniversary, we planned our trip immediately.
From the zoo to the Holocaust Museum. The Museum of American History to the Botanic Gardens. A tattoo parlor to the Newseum. This was by far my most educational getaway yet.
Not only did I learn more about my grandfather’s experiences in Auschwitz, or that double S’s in newspapers used to be printed as double F’s, I also learned with whom I will be spending my most memorable moments for many more years to come.
We drove home to the lovely sounds of Enya, per my request, which I believe to be the perfect ending for a perfect weekend.
Beards, beers, and valentines.
I have got to be honest, I am one of the luckiest girls in the world. I spent Valentine’s Day, my first “real one” may I add, eating pizza, drinking beer, cheering on the sub par Bruins, and road tripping to Portland, Maine with my boyfriend.
Dominic asked if I wanted to go to the Bruins game on Valentine’s Day, and I reacted with such excitement. We met up for pizza and a beer prior to the butchering the Rangers played on the B’s. It had been more than ten years since I had attended a game, so being there with him caused me not to care about the Boston loss.
My part of the Valentine’s bargain was our first mini vacation. I made a reservation at a local hotel in Maine, and offered Dominic a tour of the Shipyard Brewing Company. I mean, it was free, but he does not need to know that. But then again, he already does.
We squeezed in a few games of bowling before driving two hours up to Maine. We checked into the hotel and took a nap, longer than expected, and woke up just in time to grab a quick bite to eat. Portland seems to close down after eight o’clock at night. Traffic lights were already blinking red and yellow as we searched for a restaurant named Silly’s. And my goodness, what a cute restaurant it was.
Old photos in frames were strewn across the walls, and menus and entertainment in the form of playing cards were housed in lunch pails on the tables. The food was absolutely amazing. My salad was so fresh, and Dominic’s dinner tasted like a supersized eggroll. I sipped on a pale ale as he sucked down a chocolate shake mixed with Guinness. Interesting to say the least.
We ordered a chocolate peanut butter pretzel shake to go, as well as an order of fried pickles. Too bad we ended up snacking on them both before even getting up from the table. We both agreed that if we ever visit Portland again, we will make sure to make a pit stop at Silly’s.
We decided to have one more drink at the Thirsty Pig, a newly renovated bar with local beers on tap and live musicians playing at the front. We drank our ciders and ales faster than we had hoped, but all we could think about was the king size bed and dream land. After eating the remainder of our fried pickles, we passed out in a food induced coma.
Dominic and I woke fairly early this morning. Again, we agreed that there is nothing better than waking up next to each other, not to mention showering together. Only two more weeks until we are both living in our respective apartments and we can share moments like those daily.
We grabbed breakfast at Sonny’s. Bloody Mary’s were savored, and we shared our meals, placing both plates side by side in the middle of the table, making it easy for us to reach either dish. We sat there for a few minutes in disgust. We devoured our meals like two famished pigs at a newly filled trough.
We scurried out to finally make our last stop on our itinerary, the Shipyard Brewing Company. We played around in the gift shop while we waited for the next tour to begin. The brewery is so small, so the tour was short, sweet, and to the point. After a ten minute video introduction, and a five minute lecture barely heard over the sound of clanking bottles along the assembly line, we found ourselves at the bar sampling some of the greatest beers.
I left a little light headed, while the only thing Dom could think about was more food.
I honestly do not know how he does it.
I know. I know.
It has been quite some time since I have had anything to say. Well, it at least seems that way to you. Because to be honest, I have so much to share. It is just so much that I have found it hard to make time to write it all down. I find that a spare moment here or there is used to catch up on sleep; more important than catching up on my shows.
The past few months have been a real high. I finally abandoned my previous job, and was hired at a new company, allowing for more creativity. I met a wonderful man who knows exactly how to treat a woman, in ways I have never ever been treated before. Lastly, I have made the decision to move on out of my parents’ house, one last time, and move on to bigger and better things closer to the city.
Time has been flying by at the speed of light, and it has been so surreal. But in the exact same moments, it has all been so real. Too real. My feet are on the ground, yet my head is in the clouds. And I absolutely love it.
I hope to make more time to share these moments.
Everybody’s doing it…
Isn’t it always a pain in the bum to figure out that one gift for that one person who just seems to have absolutely everything he or she could possibly ever want? Well, I don’t see them with an o’doodle, do you?
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas?
The first snowflakes of the autumn season fell last night, accompanied by slick orange and yellow leaves. We have not even had the chance to jump in large piles of fire-like foliage and now, here we are, expecting already a big snowstorm this weekend.
So much for All Hallow’s Eve?
Twist the bones and bend the back.
A few weekends ago, a few friends and I chose a lovely autumn afternoon to experience the spooks of Salem, Massachusetts. My friends have made it a witchy ritual of their own to visit the seaside site, and I finally had the chance to join them.
We started the day by filling up on some fabulous food at Rockafellas. But let us be honest in saying that I believe we all enjoyed the drinks a tiny bit more. We conversed over hot apple cider spiked with rum and butterscotch liqueur, pumpkin martinis, and an infamous Helltini, which sent one of my friends to the firey depths below.
With flushed faces and a bit of a buzz, we slowly walked the streets of Salem, taking in all attractions it had to offer. By mid-day, our spirits were high all while our bank accounts were low. Shopping, coffee breaks, and even a few haunted houses took up a large chunk of our daylight schedule.
The most interesting part of my day, personally, was my first experience with a psychic. Two psychics, actually. I know, I know. Not everyone believes in such practices. However, I found my time spent with these spirited women quite interesting.
The first woman read my cards. While I shuffled the deck, I focused on family, friends, and my career. I left with a mostly positive outlook about my near future as I headed to meet with yet another woman. I posed in front of a camera as I placed my hand on sensors connected to a computer. A quick flash released, and soon enough, she peeled back a polaroid to reveal rings of violet and magenta surrounding my presence.
“A visionary,” she said. An uplifting spirit with ideas always stirring. Dynamic, inspirational, and charismatic. Emotional, compassionate, fulfilled. I will keep that photo forever.
We continued our day with a stroll through the well-known Salem cemetery; outcasts buried a midst commoners, just as we were outcasts walking a midst spirits of the dead. Time was taken to read tombstones with patience, all in knowing we would soon learn more about those buried beneath us.
Our comfortable fall day had turned into a cold autumn night that nipped at our noses. Capturing the historic spirit of Salem’s past, we joined in on a walking tour. While traveling through the bustling yet silent streets of Salem, we heard stories of witchcraft hysteria, infamous murders, haunting spirits, all mixed in with trivia about our favorite Halloween movie, Hocus Pocus. It was a perfect ending to an eventful day.
Despite the chill in the air, as well as the chill up our spines, we all stayed warm with the spirits of the season.