The moment it touched my lips, I knew we were going to have a long lasting relationship. It was so sweet, soft, and juicy. I could smell it from the doorway, and I knew that it would be mine. Yes, you have consumed me, authentic steak and cheese sub, with the light mayo and extra tomatoes. We shall be as one.
Living in the land of "Disney" for so long pretty much beat any original food thoughts out of my head. So to have a real "sub" that hasn't been produced ala Quizzno's or Subway is a treat in and of itself. It almost makes up for the fact that apparently due to my "accent" (????), I had to say the word "jalapeno poppers" six times before the gentleman on the phone new what I was ordering.
So, I can check "eat real food" off of my list for this week. I've learned three new Red Sox players. I've used "wicked" at least once daily in a sentence. And I've actually learned the name of the Boston mayor, and the location of the six nearby "packies" for emergency liquor supplies. I'm figuring I should rotate them so I don't become a regular.
I have mostly unpacked and the house is in semi-decent shape anticipating @colettebenoir's homecoming. I even broke out that "iron" contraption - the one that makes the steam and makes things less wrinkly - and even used it! Now, I have come to the realization that I:
a. Don't own a sweatshirt
b. Don't own a pair of winter "shoes"
c. Need to buy a Park-ah and probably a rain jacket
d. Have no idea how to close this window
Anyway, here are some as-promised photos from the road trip.
I'll be updating this Blog Mission Statement soon enough.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Home on the Range!
Greetings Readers!
I have arrived safe and sound in my new home in the South of Boston. After receiving a frantic call that my movers were coming on Sunday (yes, SUNDAY!), I had to bolt from the home of @thediva and book it to Mass. Other than two hours of traffic on the TappenZee bridge (spent watching my Tori Amos video collection), my ride was uneventful. Although I have to say - Connecticut is a much bigger state than I remember!
So, I am refamiliarizing myself with "Northern" living. For those of you that don't know, I grew up on the Mass/NH border but have lived most of my adult life in Florida. Here are some observations I have made thus far about my return to the North:
* GAS STOVES! Apparently, not only do they still make them, but people still have them. I vaguely recall something about a pilot light and a match, but I think I'll wait for @Colettebenoir to get home before attempting that one
* HILLS! My poor Florida-raised Corolla almost went into shock when she went up the side of the Mountain we live on. Poor thing. Wait until she sees snow for the first time.
* DRIVING! So, street signs are kind of an "optional", take-them-when-you-can-get-them thing. I ventured for a ride into Cambridge yesterday, and got lost two miles from home. GPS is being invested in - the sooner, the better.
* ROUNDABOUTS! I can see these having been fun on a horse and carriage, but throwing a bunch of cars in there? Bad idea. And they still build new ones!
* STAIRS! They are EVERYWHERE!
* STOP AND SHOP ~ You're still the ugliest grocery store on record.
* LIQUOR LAWS ~ I mean, seriously? Is this one of *those* states? I better stock up on wine.
* PARALLEL PARKING ~ Believe it or not, I actually used to be good at this at one time. But, I'm thinking I'm going to need a little practice.
So, I'm enjoying my current state of unemployment until the new job begins. It's going to be spent figuring out my public transportation options, buying comfortable walking shoes, and walking up the mountain once a day to ensure I don't have a heart attack on my way back from the commuter rail sometime. Until then - cheers! It was a very fun road trip and I'd like to do it again someday - minus the ghosts and the TappenZee wait.
I have arrived safe and sound in my new home in the South of Boston. After receiving a frantic call that my movers were coming on Sunday (yes, SUNDAY!), I had to bolt from the home of @thediva and book it to Mass. Other than two hours of traffic on the TappenZee bridge (spent watching my Tori Amos video collection), my ride was uneventful. Although I have to say - Connecticut is a much bigger state than I remember!
So, I am refamiliarizing myself with "Northern" living. For those of you that don't know, I grew up on the Mass/NH border but have lived most of my adult life in Florida. Here are some observations I have made thus far about my return to the North:
* GAS STOVES! Apparently, not only do they still make them, but people still have them. I vaguely recall something about a pilot light and a match, but I think I'll wait for @Colettebenoir to get home before attempting that one
* HILLS! My poor Florida-raised Corolla almost went into shock when she went up the side of the Mountain we live on. Poor thing. Wait until she sees snow for the first time.
* DRIVING! So, street signs are kind of an "optional", take-them-when-you-can-get-them thing. I ventured for a ride into Cambridge yesterday, and got lost two miles from home. GPS is being invested in - the sooner, the better.
* ROUNDABOUTS! I can see these having been fun on a horse and carriage, but throwing a bunch of cars in there? Bad idea. And they still build new ones!
* STAIRS! They are EVERYWHERE!
* STOP AND SHOP ~ You're still the ugliest grocery store on record.
* LIQUOR LAWS ~ I mean, seriously? Is this one of *those* states? I better stock up on wine.
* PARALLEL PARKING ~ Believe it or not, I actually used to be good at this at one time. But, I'm thinking I'm going to need a little practice.
So, I'm enjoying my current state of unemployment until the new job begins. It's going to be spent figuring out my public transportation options, buying comfortable walking shoes, and walking up the mountain once a day to ensure I don't have a heart attack on my way back from the commuter rail sometime. Until then - cheers! It was a very fun road trip and I'd like to do it again someday - minus the ghosts and the TappenZee wait.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Alexandria & More!
Next stop on the Fantastic Road Adventures of Kat Glimmer was Alexandria, Virginia!
Alexandria was recommended by a friend as a great place to stop if you want to get into Washington without all the "fun" of having to drive into Washington. The traffic there did not disappoint: I was stuck for almost an hour to go two miles. But, once in Alexandria, it's a perfectly lovely "cosmopolitan" little town. The streets are lined with shops and pubs, most of which carry the name "tavern". Live music was everywhere and even though I was there on a Thursday, I think I had invaded the town's date night. Unfortunately, my pub food was just so-so, but I give the musician a thumbs-up!
So, since it appears I can't go anywhere without some gem of catastrophe, my hotel lost power for close to two hours. It was actually more than just the hotel - it was the entire city block. The Hampton Inn graciously issued me a flashlight but did not seem to understand my remorse at having again missed the opportunity to watch Pretty Woman all the way through (that movie and Footloose - I have never seen in their entirety!). I took that as my chance to go to bed, and get my first, full, ghost-free night's sleep in quite a few days.
The next day I ventured onto the DC Metro. Once I overcome the incredibly confusing and archaic pass purchase instructions (c'mon people - more pictures! Take a nod from Denver), I purchased by pass and was off on my Space Mountain-like journey. Since I'm a fan of subways, I will say that the DC Metro was VERY clean, albeit VERY dark. Not sure if perhaps those two are connected in some way.
My stop at the Library of Congress was absolutely magnificent. I really can't believe I have never been before, and it was an absolutely FANTASTIC, interactive, and moving experience. Go ahead- laugh at me - I don't care! I didn't get shushed once while I was there, and I never could figure out how to make it into the "big" reading room, but the view was spectacular. I can cross one more thing off my "list".
I have now arrived safely at the home of @thediva where I am being forced into an involuntary fast. Should the never ending shower actually curtail at some point, there is the promise of bacon and pedicures (bacon pedicures?). Since the movers have completely reneged on their agreement to deliver their furniture by Tuesday of next week (I display zero shock at this), I've got time before I roll into my final destination of Boston. I should be arriving tomorrow, unless the lure of Foxwoods gets me on my way ...
Alexandria was recommended by a friend as a great place to stop if you want to get into Washington without all the "fun" of having to drive into Washington. The traffic there did not disappoint: I was stuck for almost an hour to go two miles. But, once in Alexandria, it's a perfectly lovely "cosmopolitan" little town. The streets are lined with shops and pubs, most of which carry the name "tavern". Live music was everywhere and even though I was there on a Thursday, I think I had invaded the town's date night. Unfortunately, my pub food was just so-so, but I give the musician a thumbs-up!
So, since it appears I can't go anywhere without some gem of catastrophe, my hotel lost power for close to two hours. It was actually more than just the hotel - it was the entire city block. The Hampton Inn graciously issued me a flashlight but did not seem to understand my remorse at having again missed the opportunity to watch Pretty Woman all the way through (that movie and Footloose - I have never seen in their entirety!). I took that as my chance to go to bed, and get my first, full, ghost-free night's sleep in quite a few days.
The next day I ventured onto the DC Metro. Once I overcome the incredibly confusing and archaic pass purchase instructions (c'mon people - more pictures! Take a nod from Denver), I purchased by pass and was off on my Space Mountain-like journey. Since I'm a fan of subways, I will say that the DC Metro was VERY clean, albeit VERY dark. Not sure if perhaps those two are connected in some way.
My stop at the Library of Congress was absolutely magnificent. I really can't believe I have never been before, and it was an absolutely FANTASTIC, interactive, and moving experience. Go ahead- laugh at me - I don't care! I didn't get shushed once while I was there, and I never could figure out how to make it into the "big" reading room, but the view was spectacular. I can cross one more thing off my "list".
I have now arrived safely at the home of @thediva where I am being forced into an involuntary fast. Should the never ending shower actually curtail at some point, there is the promise of bacon and pedicures (bacon pedicures?). Since the movers have completely reneged on their agreement to deliver their furniture by Tuesday of next week (I display zero shock at this), I've got time before I roll into my final destination of Boston. I should be arriving tomorrow, unless the lure of Foxwoods gets me on my way ...
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Raleigh Ramblings
OK, so technically ~ I'm not IN Raleigh. I'm in Rocky Mount, which is a town that appears to be comprised of nothing but hotels and chain restaurants. In truth, I'm not even sure that I'm going to be driving through Raleigh - but any blog reader of mine wouldn't truly be about semantics, would they?
I survived yesterday's road adventure, dead tired from spending my last night in Savannah wondering if the damn haunted TV was going to come on again (it didn't by the way). Then, thanks to the very nice valet, my car lights were left on, draining my battery. After "Bubba" (no joke) gave my car a jump (and leered at me in a way that suggested it wasn't the only thing he was thinking of jumping), I was off and running.
As previously tweeted, don't ever have to pee on South Carolina. There were very little stops on the stretch if I95 I was traveling on, and I was grateful to have waited until North Carolina for that second cup of coffee. Also, South Carolina is completely devoid of signage. Now, the simplicity is beautiful in many respects, but at the same time, girlfriend would like to know if she's even close to the speed limit, you know what I mean?
I was able to meet up with a friend and have dinner last night here in Rocky Mount, and the company was lovely and much appreciated. Today, I venture to Alexandria, Virginia. My timing kind of sucks and it appears as though I'll be wading in right about rush hour. I may just have to detour along the way (although there are no South of the Borders to look forward to) to put me in a tad later.
Tomorrow - it's off the the Library of Congress!
I survived yesterday's road adventure, dead tired from spending my last night in Savannah wondering if the damn haunted TV was going to come on again (it didn't by the way). Then, thanks to the very nice valet, my car lights were left on, draining my battery. After "Bubba" (no joke) gave my car a jump (and leered at me in a way that suggested it wasn't the only thing he was thinking of jumping), I was off and running.
As previously tweeted, don't ever have to pee on South Carolina. There were very little stops on the stretch if I95 I was traveling on, and I was grateful to have waited until North Carolina for that second cup of coffee. Also, South Carolina is completely devoid of signage. Now, the simplicity is beautiful in many respects, but at the same time, girlfriend would like to know if she's even close to the speed limit, you know what I mean?
I was able to meet up with a friend and have dinner last night here in Rocky Mount, and the company was lovely and much appreciated. Today, I venture to Alexandria, Virginia. My timing kind of sucks and it appears as though I'll be wading in right about rush hour. I may just have to detour along the way (although there are no South of the Borders to look forward to) to put me in a tad later.
Tomorrow - it's off the the Library of Congress!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Scrumptious Savannah!
How many of YOU can say you're being chased by a Hurricane? Mother Nature and I have long since had some bones to pick with each other, but I give her credit: this is a new one for me! After having returned from Vegas, still slightly hungover and completely jet-lagged, I was greeted with the news that I needed to get the HELL out of Florida! STAT!
I write to you from the Marshall House Hotel in Savannah, Georgia. My "quaint" little room comes complete with flat screen TV, large armoire and view of the central street below. Reputed to be "haunted" (and featured on the Travel Channel), my TV turned on by itself at 5:45 this morning. I'm going to imagine, very hard, that it's because there is an alarm set on it. I don't want anyone telling me any different. My plans for today include taking a Harbor Tour because what better time to be out in the boat then in the midst of an impending hurricane!
So, I have learned a few things about Road Tripping in my brief experience thus far. I figured I would share them with all of you (along with some pictures, once I get the damn camera cord out of the car).
I write to you from the Marshall House Hotel in Savannah, Georgia. My "quaint" little room comes complete with flat screen TV, large armoire and view of the central street below. Reputed to be "haunted" (and featured on the Travel Channel), my TV turned on by itself at 5:45 this morning. I'm going to imagine, very hard, that it's because there is an alarm set on it. I don't want anyone telling me any different. My plans for today include taking a Harbor Tour because what better time to be out in the boat then in the midst of an impending hurricane!
So, I have learned a few things about Road Tripping in my brief experience thus far. I figured I would share them with all of you (along with some pictures, once I get the damn camera cord out of the car).
- You can never have two many Slim Jims. They are the best road trip "meal" - ever!
- I would forsake chocolate for my XM Satellite Radio. Go ahead - revoke my estrogen card.
- Even though I passed several "reputable" gas station chains, I always seem to end up at the unknown, unbranded ones. "Billy Bob's Gas & Go" promises the "charm" of questionable bathrooms, shifty-eyed loiterers and gas pumps that don't actually take credit. But - they have the best Slim Jim selection around!
- When I sing in the car, my voice is beautiful. And I still know the words to every Stone Temple Pilots song.
- I'm still distracted by shiny things. I actually pulled off the highway because I saw a shiny purple bra in the window that I just HAD to have! TMI? Too bad.
- I should have replaced my windshield wipers prior to leaving Florida
- I may be the last person on Earth who actually uses the hotel shampoo and conditioner
- I never remember to pack Q-tips (but the hotel provided them!)
- I love hotel robes in an unnatural way
- Valet Parking is the BEST, even if I still don't know what the appropriate tip is
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Kat's Cross Country Adventure
Hey there Blog readers! Remember me?
Yeah, I’ve had a lot going on, so poor Kustomer is King has gone by the wayside while I’ve included in some new life adventures. I may refocus the blog. I may just post random things here. I make no promises, and I commit to nothing.
So, my reason for writing today is to bring you Kat’s Cross Country Adventures. I’m moving to Boston, as most of you know, and am gonna take my sweet-time getting there. My five day trek brings me across most of the Eastern seaboard, and, barring getting lost somewhere around the DC area, puts me smack into Boston at the end of August.
Here’s where I’m going. I’ll try and provide some pictures from the road, assuming I can function an action digital camera after years of disposable fun. If I’m going to be in your neighborhood… let me know! I’ll even let you buy me a beer.
August 19 – Leave Orlando, Arrive in Savannah Georgia. Eat Friend Chicken and take a Ghost Tour. Hang out in a park. Get very sorry I ever ate the Fried Chicken.
August 20 – Roll in to Raleigh (NC). Lament that I’ve passed up the chance to stay at South of the Border. Avoid getting a speeding ticket. Comment on how many trees the Carolinas seem to have. Look for George Bing to pass me some donuts.
August 21 – Wade into Washington. I’ll probably get hopelessly lost, and call on you, DC area friends, to come save me (are you reading, Tycho Spyker?). Visit the Library of Congress. Geek out at my Mecca. Buy an overpriced T-shirt. Ask if there really is a President’s Book of Secrets, ala National Treasure 2. Observe a moment of silence.
August 22nd – Diva-land! I’m coming to Jersey for super snuggles. Oh – unless for some reason Atlantic City is on the way. Then I’m totally scrapping my visit to Diva. Sorry, sweetie, but it *is* Atlantic City. Wanna join me?
August 23rd – Bonkers for Bean Town! I’m here! I’m here! Colette Benoir has bravely left me the key, and I’m promising only to have Miss Scandalous over for the first, oh, week or so.
Probably right about the time I’ll be rolling into Boston is about the time I’ll wish I had purchased some sort of GPS system. But Christmas is coming…
So, that’s the Adventures of Kat with a big **** that plans and dates may change! And hell, if I really like it in Atlantic City, I might take the whole weekend.
PS – I’m currently taking wagers on what state I’ll get my speeding ticket in. No cross country trip is complete. Any takers?
Yeah, I’ve had a lot going on, so poor Kustomer is King has gone by the wayside while I’ve included in some new life adventures. I may refocus the blog. I may just post random things here. I make no promises, and I commit to nothing.
So, my reason for writing today is to bring you Kat’s Cross Country Adventures. I’m moving to Boston, as most of you know, and am gonna take my sweet-time getting there. My five day trek brings me across most of the Eastern seaboard, and, barring getting lost somewhere around the DC area, puts me smack into Boston at the end of August.
Here’s where I’m going. I’ll try and provide some pictures from the road, assuming I can function an action digital camera after years of disposable fun. If I’m going to be in your neighborhood… let me know! I’ll even let you buy me a beer.
August 19 – Leave Orlando, Arrive in Savannah Georgia. Eat Friend Chicken and take a Ghost Tour. Hang out in a park. Get very sorry I ever ate the Fried Chicken.
August 20 – Roll in to Raleigh (NC). Lament that I’ve passed up the chance to stay at South of the Border. Avoid getting a speeding ticket. Comment on how many trees the Carolinas seem to have. Look for George Bing to pass me some donuts.
August 21 – Wade into Washington. I’ll probably get hopelessly lost, and call on you, DC area friends, to come save me (are you reading, Tycho Spyker?). Visit the Library of Congress. Geek out at my Mecca. Buy an overpriced T-shirt. Ask if there really is a President’s Book of Secrets, ala National Treasure 2. Observe a moment of silence.
August 22nd – Diva-land! I’m coming to Jersey for super snuggles. Oh – unless for some reason Atlantic City is on the way. Then I’m totally scrapping my visit to Diva. Sorry, sweetie, but it *is* Atlantic City. Wanna join me?
August 23rd – Bonkers for Bean Town! I’m here! I’m here! Colette Benoir has bravely left me the key, and I’m promising only to have Miss Scandalous over for the first, oh, week or so.
Probably right about the time I’ll be rolling into Boston is about the time I’ll wish I had purchased some sort of GPS system. But Christmas is coming…
So, that’s the Adventures of Kat with a big **** that plans and dates may change! And hell, if I really like it in Atlantic City, I might take the whole weekend.
PS – I’m currently taking wagers on what state I’ll get my speeding ticket in. No cross country trip is complete. Any takers?
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