how do i love thee?
chester was incredible.
my mother picked us up at 11 here in the city, and as we got closer to chester, i got more and more giddy. i would look in the mirror and craig would be laughing at me in the backseat.
we dropped our bag off at the lovely mecklenburg inn, and we met suzy. everyone in town apparently knows suzy. the following conversation happened about 20 times.
"where are you two staying tonight?"
"at the mecklenburg."
"OH!!! with suzy! suzy's so great!"
suzy IS so great.
we ate lunch with my mother at the seaside shanty. it's a tiny restaurant next to the docks in chester basin, it's famous for it's seafood chowder. none of us ate that though.
next, we drove through marriot's cove. that's my old neighborhood. westchester village is my old neighborhood, to be exact, but marriot's cove is right there. we drove past my old house. i almost burst into motherfuckin tears.
my mother dropped us off downtown and we took the scenic route to the dentist. at the dentist office i got lots of hugs (my mother used to work there) and my teeth were scraped. i have to get my wisdom teeth out, because they're growing into the side of my face. craig fell asleep in the waiting room reading a MASK magazine.
after the dentist we went to a terrible second hand store. i bought a striped tshirt and craig got a highlighter green tshirt. we then ate ice cream and walked barefoot to the golf course. there's a beautiful view of the ocean from the golf course. we sat there for a moment drinking gatorade we got from a machine. $2.25. ridiculous, huh?
we walked back to the mecklenburg and changed into our swimming clothes. we walked to the water front, past the yacht club and the quarterdeck. it took a little coaxing, both from me and an old british man fishing on the wharf, but i got craig in the water. we only swam for a few minutes because we had to meet my mother for dinner at the ropeloft.
dinner at the ropeloft was insane. so much bloody food. craig ate jambalaya, i had fettucine, and my mother ate the haddock. we talked about a variety of things. my mother really loves craig, and i think he likes her. she gives him hugs, which is really funny, because he gets all uncomfortable.
about two minutes after leaving the ropeloft, just as i was saying how much i wished we could go out on the water, some friends of the family invited us for a cruise on their boat daddy go faster i step on the boat and there he is. my dad's arch nemesis, harry davis. there's a lot of history between my dad and the davis family, but harry is no more than a harmless old drunk who has a lot of funny things to say. he was nice to me, asked me about my dad and stuff. he put a good dent in his quart of gin, he smoked pot with craig and a few others on the boat, and told us a lot about osprey. he sure does know a lot about osprey. we cruised around the peninsula and checked out all the mansions. we were fishing for mackeral, competing against another boat full of friends.
now, the next thing that happened was pretty weird. after catching a few fish, we pulled up along side the other boat, docked at mark island (one of the 367 islands in the bay) and we cooked the fish. one of the women on the other boat is very allergic to fish, and starting grasping her chest and panting for breath. the next thing i know, she's collapsed on the floor of the boat, we're speeding back to shore, and 911 is being called. we get to shore and find out she's alright. we decided to take off after that. i don't really know what else to say about that experience except, "wow, that was fucked"
it's about 10 pm and we decide to play scrabble. i kicked craig's ass. i beat him by about 56 points or something. after my victory, we went to the fo'c'sle tavern, the oldest rural tavern in the province. i saw some good folks there, drank some beer, and talked to a tanked old man who gave us extraordinary life advice.
we decided to turn in around 1 am, planning to wake up early for a hopefully amazing breakfast. our expectations were definetly blown away after eating this breakfast. homemade pancakes with slices of strawberries in them, local maple syrup, whipped cream made with rum, and served next to delicious homemade sausages. and rhubarb juice. has anyone even ever heard of rhubarb juice?!?! probably not.
it was then, unfortunately time to check out and come back to the city. we're both in love with chester, and we'll both go back again.
p.s. this is the longest blog post i've ever done
my mother picked us up at 11 here in the city, and as we got closer to chester, i got more and more giddy. i would look in the mirror and craig would be laughing at me in the backseat.
we dropped our bag off at the lovely mecklenburg inn, and we met suzy. everyone in town apparently knows suzy. the following conversation happened about 20 times.
"where are you two staying tonight?"
"at the mecklenburg."
"OH!!! with suzy! suzy's so great!"
suzy IS so great.
we ate lunch with my mother at the seaside shanty. it's a tiny restaurant next to the docks in chester basin, it's famous for it's seafood chowder. none of us ate that though.
next, we drove through marriot's cove. that's my old neighborhood. westchester village is my old neighborhood, to be exact, but marriot's cove is right there. we drove past my old house. i almost burst into motherfuckin tears.
my mother dropped us off downtown and we took the scenic route to the dentist. at the dentist office i got lots of hugs (my mother used to work there) and my teeth were scraped. i have to get my wisdom teeth out, because they're growing into the side of my face. craig fell asleep in the waiting room reading a MASK magazine.
after the dentist we went to a terrible second hand store. i bought a striped tshirt and craig got a highlighter green tshirt. we then ate ice cream and walked barefoot to the golf course. there's a beautiful view of the ocean from the golf course. we sat there for a moment drinking gatorade we got from a machine. $2.25. ridiculous, huh?
we walked back to the mecklenburg and changed into our swimming clothes. we walked to the water front, past the yacht club and the quarterdeck. it took a little coaxing, both from me and an old british man fishing on the wharf, but i got craig in the water. we only swam for a few minutes because we had to meet my mother for dinner at the ropeloft.
dinner at the ropeloft was insane. so much bloody food. craig ate jambalaya, i had fettucine, and my mother ate the haddock. we talked about a variety of things. my mother really loves craig, and i think he likes her. she gives him hugs, which is really funny, because he gets all uncomfortable.
about two minutes after leaving the ropeloft, just as i was saying how much i wished we could go out on the water, some friends of the family invited us for a cruise on their boat daddy go faster i step on the boat and there he is. my dad's arch nemesis, harry davis. there's a lot of history between my dad and the davis family, but harry is no more than a harmless old drunk who has a lot of funny things to say. he was nice to me, asked me about my dad and stuff. he put a good dent in his quart of gin, he smoked pot with craig and a few others on the boat, and told us a lot about osprey. he sure does know a lot about osprey. we cruised around the peninsula and checked out all the mansions. we were fishing for mackeral, competing against another boat full of friends.
now, the next thing that happened was pretty weird. after catching a few fish, we pulled up along side the other boat, docked at mark island (one of the 367 islands in the bay) and we cooked the fish. one of the women on the other boat is very allergic to fish, and starting grasping her chest and panting for breath. the next thing i know, she's collapsed on the floor of the boat, we're speeding back to shore, and 911 is being called. we get to shore and find out she's alright. we decided to take off after that. i don't really know what else to say about that experience except, "wow, that was fucked"
it's about 10 pm and we decide to play scrabble. i kicked craig's ass. i beat him by about 56 points or something. after my victory, we went to the fo'c'sle tavern, the oldest rural tavern in the province. i saw some good folks there, drank some beer, and talked to a tanked old man who gave us extraordinary life advice.
we decided to turn in around 1 am, planning to wake up early for a hopefully amazing breakfast. our expectations were definetly blown away after eating this breakfast. homemade pancakes with slices of strawberries in them, local maple syrup, whipped cream made with rum, and served next to delicious homemade sausages. and rhubarb juice. has anyone even ever heard of rhubarb juice?!?! probably not.
it was then, unfortunately time to check out and come back to the city. we're both in love with chester, and we'll both go back again.
p.s. this is the longest blog post i've ever done
