memories of new hampshire

I found out where all that traffic that added 5 hours to our ride home from New Hampshire via Albany was from. Apparently this is a big weekend for kids moving into college, and those were their parents going back home.

So the Ridgewood gang met up in New Hampshire in the chateau of Kelvin and his soon to be blushing bride Shawnda. The journey started Friday. I left work a little early, picked up my stuff and went to get Mike at his job. He left his car there over the weekend. I met one of his work buddies, he seemed pretty cool.

So we hit the road, and drove and drove and drove. We got some gas and coffee. I let Mike drive the rest of the way to stop 1. Latham NY, home of Dave, Holly and a pack of trained cats. It was a little late and eating something called Bombers just didn't feel like it would sit right.

We grabbed some McD's from a sore run by stereotypes from Revenge of the Nerds. Mike was watching his weight with his two filet-o-fish sandwiches.

I think we saw a missile being transported on the Mass Pike. We saw a cop car that was escorting a truck with what looked like a giant sarcophagus on top. There were several other official vehicles with it. We got out of there quickly.

When we got to the last leg of our journey, Mike called Kelvin. He was apparently hanging out with other people who live in his complex. Could they be drinking?

Mike bought a leather cowboy hat. Mike its ok if you nee to tell us something. We will still love you. He asked to be called firebird.

When we got there it was cold and there were a whole bunch of women with wet hair, apparently there had been some skinny dipping going on. Between drinking of course.

I never saw the hedgehog, or porcupine or whatever was in that cage.

Back on the Mass Pike. Or MAAS POIKE as its known by the locals. When we were going through a toll booth, a toll collector was offend by the giant Mets logo on the hood of my car. We all got a good laugh out of that.

We went to a diner called "Fast Eddies" both mornings. They had a breakfast platter called "The Halsie" (named for the local hospital they transport you to perform your angioplasty afterwards). It has 2 eggs, keilbasa, steak, ham, sausage, bacon, hash browns and toast. I'm getting full thinking about it. I had that the second day, big mistake. The Hospital is beautiful.

The first morning at the diner, Mike or Dave loudly said the word Penis. Our waitress, turned and was shocked but smiled. The little children Mike or Dave said it in front of the night before in Albany did more crying.

I drank a bunch of beers and they were tasty.

It's weird that the comic book store is the same strip mall as a fireworks store and an adult novelty/strip club.