Here we are… just the 3 of us. Four, if you count the toilet.
I entertained two beautiful women this weekend, Mom and my oldest sister, Shannon. It was so wonderful to A) be in their presence and B) have a chance to share this wonderful place with them.
I’m a little bit proud of the fact that I live in a place that many people use their one week of paid-time off to see. It ain’t called Vacationland for nothin’.
So they came! We hit up Acadia, hiked the coastal trail from Sand Beach to Thunder Hole. It was a gorgeous day to be on the coast – high winds meant roaring, tumbling waves. The Atlantic was a sight to be seen.
On our way to our hotel in Ellsworth and cravin’ crustacean, we popped into a lobster shack. Two decimated bodies later and we were rubbing our bellies in satisfaction.
And then we were driving to the hotel and I was finally crawling into bed, feeling like crap. Oh, and then, THEN I was becoming very well acquainted with the toilet, in a way that’s too intimate to detail here.
So instead of Pumpkin Fest and blueberry pie at Helen’s and scallop rolls on the water in Eastport, we watched Princess Diaries in a Ramada and I vomited my brains out.
This visit will forever be known as Vom Fest 2010. Thanks, body. Thanks for NOTHING!