Yes I am a sad bunny and played this Blondie song from my Galaxy 3 to the poor bar tender who went by the name Denise. Actually she had used me to bypass the rather persistant man who had started to inquire on her married status, who had also tried to strike up a conversation with me on motor cars. He was dreadful, but she did her best to smile and be polite to him.
I ate at the Red Lobster last night. Definitely a strange and different set of humanity dine there. The food was acceptable, the bar tender was nice. I know this sounds snobbish, but the clients, well ….. I don’t really know what to say.
Was woken at 4 in the morning with a women in the parking lot screaming at some man, ‘You got another girl, You got another girl’ and then sounds of slamming doors and car leaving at high speed.
Last day here, off home from Boston Logan in the evening. Then back out here again in a little over two weeks.
The row of beer taps in the Tilted Kilt in Wethersfield. Had a nice blackened chicken pieces served with fettuccine, artichoke and tomato sauce. Pleasant, filling and worth the 13 dollars. Same bar staff as before, so must be a reasonable place to work, or the tips are great.
Went to Starbucks for a Cappuccino today, and was asked if I wanted it wet or dry. I looked perplexed, thinking I had misheard, I am often told I am going deaf. I still asked and was informed that wet had more milk, and dry had more froth. So I have now learnt a new American phrase and new possibility when ordering my coffee to take out.
Made it to the hotel after just 35 minutes waiting in the American immigration line, the rest went smoothly and I was on the road by 9.35pm.
Traffic was quite bad on the interstate, not helped by the number of roadworks. In a two and a bit hour drive there must have been five lane closures for resurfacing. Moral, don’t drive at night when road surfacing is a night task.
Arrived at Comfort Inn by 11.40pm and soon tucked up in bed for a 3 hour sleep. Body clock soon stepped in and kept me awake. Off to work now in Glastonbury.
This weekend Rosemary and I attended the Ruby reunion of the 1972 Matriculation year of Gonville and Caius. We decided to make a weekend of the event, and arrived on Saturday. Went for a punt on the River Cam, heading towards Granchester. Stopped for lunch at Granchester Meadows, checked the GPS and decided we were only half way to the pubs, so headed back. Examining my hand, I see I have a blister now. There was one dastardly man who was challenged by a group on the bank.
You are punting from the wrong end of the punt, Sir.
Ah, I come from the other place he replied.
Supper was in a Thai restaurant near to Harvey Court / Stephen Hawkins building where we were staying for the night. Afraid is was OK, not excellent.
The Sunday was spent meeting those Ruby alumni, first for coffee in the Stephen Hawking building, then at lunch in the old buildings. We had a tour of the library where there appeared to be some embarrassing memorabilia. The Junior Common Room comment book, and the college directory for our year.
Back to Stephen Hawking building to get changed into Black Tie, then church service in the chapel, Champagne reception and evening meal. We sat with the Old Gits, Richard, Andrea, Norman and Valerie. Ravi who was coming was unfortunately unable to make the event. Good food, lots of wine and fun time.
I am sitting writing this waiting for my plane to Boston, I have 4 days work in Glastonbury CI. I have caught a latish flight, so don’t expect to be tucked up in bed until midnight, (5am UK time). Better go and drop my bags at the bah drop and get through security.