I should have done my reading for class tomorrow night...I didn't
I should have gone to the gym...I didn't
I probably should have gone to work...I didn't
Y'know what I DID do?
I hung out with two of my favoritest Mid-Westerners! (Note to anyone who saw my AIM Away Message earlier tonight: I mistakenly referred to my friends as Illini. Though they used to live in Illinois, they don't anymore, they are now Iowans)
ANDY AND LINDSAY CAME TO VISIT!
They're in the middle of a big ole east coast road trip, and they happened to be spending the night in Portsmouth, so I met them at their hotel (and, apparently, scared the crap out of them), and we partied down.
OK, not really...
Lindsay really wanted to cross Maine off her list, so we headed up to the Kittery outlets. We stopped in to the Pepperidge Farm store (Yes, my friends...Factory Second cookies...I don't know how it works, either), and then went across the street to the Kittery Trading Post, since Lindsay and Andy were in need of a truly touristy shopping experience. Andy got real Maple Syrup, and Lindsay got a bunch of postcards. We also tried on goofy hats, and made fun of small, tight, UnderArmour shirts. There were also mounted animals (what with it being a "Trading Post" and all) so they took a picture with a moose. Outside there were large chainsaw statues of indians so we got a couple pictures with those, too.
Then, with Maine conquered, it was time to hit up Downtown P-Town! (Don't tell anyone I ever said that...) Portsmouth, that is, not Provincetown, which was earlier on their road trip. No, I'm not sure why it's called "P-Town" or who actually calls it "P-Town" I just happen to remember some cheer from high school about that shit. ANYWAYS! Portsmouth! Once we found a parking space, an adventure all on its own, we went to the Rusty Hammer for dinner, since Linds was jonesing for clam chowder, but anything else seafood was positively out of the question. While there we enjoyed stimulating conversation as is par for the course for our group of three, including Lindsay saying she didn't like the name Rusty Hammer, even after I explained to her where it came from, and that she would, instead, refer to the restaurant as the "Bent Nail" or, her ultimate choice, "The Stripped Screw." I made a comment that that sounded more like a cheap titty bar. Then food, yay food. I paid for dinner cause, really, they'd driven 1300 miles to get this far, it was the least I could do. I get paid tomorr...today.
After that we wandered down to Prescott Park because Linds said she wanted to see the water. When we arrived we were pleasantly surprised to find a concert going on, kind of a bluegrassy kinda thing, so we stuck around for that, and took some more pictures.
After that ended we walked back to my car and went back to the hotel, where we watched TV, froze, and just hung out.
It was so awesome to see them again, I miss all my Midwestern pals, so any time I get to see any of them is a special occasion. I love them both, I miss them both, and, going by the law of averages, I'll see them some time in 2010.