I'm Back!!!

Ah, it was beautiful. An island about an hour off the coast ...a beautiful hotel ....great seafood ....great views...and nothing to do but whatever the f*ck we felt like! Block Island, Rhode Island is a wonderful place to go. We had a ball. I especially liked the eye-candy that wandered around this little beach town scantily clad. It made me wish I was single again. THEN, I heard one of them SPEAK and I was happy as hell to be taken. But anyway, we rented scooters and put-putted around the island, stopping at restaurants and buying rediculously priced clothing. We went back to our room at the Atlantic Inn. Which, by the way, was visited by the first family (Clinton Administration) Who would've thought that I had such good taste??? Hmm? Can you tell me?? I didn't think so! Staying at this place was like renting a room in a doll house. Fancy furniture, pink walls and frilly-frilly bedspreads. It was a bed and breakfast right next to what looked like a petting zoo. They had some really weird animals in there. They had an otrich, a llama (or an alpakka depending on it's religious preference**), and what appeared to be a mountain lion! On our way into the place we couldn't help but feel like we were being glared at.

Old Mc Donald had an Inn, E-I-E-I-O. And on the front lawn they had some yuppies E-I-E-I-O. With a yup yup here and a yup yup there, here-a-yup, there-a-yup, Fresh-en-my-mar-ti-ni-up!

Yeah, they were all hanging out eating and we were a little road weary and not looking our best, so we got looks from snobby people.

This was the first half of our trip, the second half was brought to an abrupt halt. My better half was bitten by a bastard mosquito from hell. Over our four day jaunt, her foot swelled up like a basketball. As we made our way to the next leg of our trip it only got worse. I set up the tent and unpacked. Word to the wise: If you get a campsite anywhere, make sure that they have water and electric available on the site, it helps). So yeah, I set up the tent, and promptly took D to the ER in bumblefuck, MA. I waited for an hour and a half before deciding to book back to the camp site and pack it all up again. It was a scary ride too. Believe it or not there's not much around that area (South Carver, MA). It was a good 20 mile ride through woods and a thunderstorm was a-brewin' like a sour batch of apple-jack. Every five minutes or so the sky would splinter with lightning like the world was an easter egg with a big blue crack in it. Luckily it didn't start down-pouring until another two hours later when we were on the road back home.

(**Alpakkas are muslim extremist llamas)